A Word Misplaced
What’s the use of claiming a word
which I had never dreamt of,
that never came to me on its own,
was never me and wasn’t one
to which I had given time enough
to grow into its full maturity?
It would only sit alone, forgotten by
its numerous relatives and friends,
teased by the onlookers as being
a helpless repository of a distant,
ignorant faith, sad for being here,
capable of doing nothing except
struggling to find itself
in our happiness
and tears, our own illusion
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