beLonging

We all belong somewhere

I stumble (slip) along a slope
up the mountain I built
but cannot climb
I sit, defeated, until
the silence speaks to me:

“escape to the world within
to stories of romance and adventure
set in the forest behind your house
Ivanhoe and Rowena will come to life and
Peter chase the white witch through Narnia”

I hear the dreams in my head
and weave them into the quilt of a smile
to warm me when winter words chill.
Out of the cold around my soul
and the whispered stories of silence
I design a home.

I belong.

Originally published in The Powhatan Review, Norfolk, VA 2006(ish)

13 thoughts on “beLonging

  1. themoonlightreverie says:

    ‘I hear the dreams in my head
    and weave them into the quilt of a smile
    to warm me when winter words chill.’
    These lines pricked me !
    And I’m still there, and i think i will be for quite sometime !

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  2. S Francis says:

    this was the very first thing i had published, and i was so proud. I found out on the cell phone while driving and was absolutely giddy. now that seems so long ago… itself a story to tell. this one carries lots of deep meaning for me, though… lots in these words.

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  3. Singledust says:

    love the line – I sit, defeated, until the silence speaks to me, – and silence is so wise. Really meaningful poem for someone who has a family and stark parallels can be drawn from the words

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