They all had their hands out reaching
reaching for one thing, something, anything
anything that would confirm, validate, mark them worthy
worthy beyond the company they keep, private thoughts they hold
hold tight in their neck vein, promises to not be angry
angry when they have every right to be or not to belong
belong to that group over there who always seem happy
happy not being them or requiring so much more
more than average from this course
course of life cycling to and fro around in circles
circles too blended to be broken, locked doors...windows
windows...that's the latest entry portal to success
by Shonnese C.L. Coleman
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