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I find myself in a state of limbo

Akin a covert sense of rejection

I instead upended by leaving

The end results remains the same

My real presence- eradicated

From all their personal spaces

And with it, my lingering stench

My heart knew, I was but a visitor

Still, it hurts, this renown wound

Yet, a part of me held some hope

Familyship would somehow prevail

That might’ve been true, if I were

Accepted as is, instead of as an invader

Where unwelcomeness… gets easier


Poet of the Light (c) 2022


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