
Present, living, seeing
Citizen but stranger
Unknown, insignificant
It is gentle, soft, and white
And tender, vulnerable, and pink
Full of uncertainty but comfortable
I ask for nothing, expecting nothing
Yet there may be a home here for my soul
My heart is thankful for small gestures
I don’t know when I have ever felt so welcome
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Spinning
Spinning ’round
The earth, my head
It just won’t stop
Stay put; let me collect myself
Where are you?
I thought it was supposed to be different
That we were different
Who am I supposed to be?
It’s just no good
We’re just spinning
Spinning out of control