by Richard Vince

This is a world I never found
A way into, even though I went
To all the right places.

Perhaps I was never told
The magic words that could
Open the hidden portal
(Wherever it was) and let me
Cross to the other side.

Perhaps someone would have
Shared the secret with me
If only I had been able
To engage them in conversation.

Perhaps I could have made
Some sort of connection if
I had known how to dress,
How to talk like I was
Already part of it.

This world, it seems, was
Never for me at all, and so
I am left in my own,
Wondering why I never learned
To be happy here.


Posted on 08/16/2021
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Johanna May on 08/18/21 at 05:04 PM

It was not the right tribe, maybe there is one. Maybe the promise/idea of the right one is enough. Thanks for this too!

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