Unilateral but Misconstrued

Isolated by choice,
belonging a fleeting romance,
and in contention, what I am,
thoughts rabid, feelings moot,
can’t explain my truth,
just the feelings that what I lack
is my pack, those of ilk,
when origins aren’t as simple as
ink upon a page.

Foreign to myself,
that aspect of assumed descent,
when I find my knowing reticent to change,
the truth too strange to accept,
that I am different in concept,
remnant past so long ago,
the building blocks of me,
unique, yet none to see
who and what I am.

I live how I live,
yet different,
no overall acceptance,
for what drives me is not what is seen,
and why is not understood,
never in a context applicable,
as these feelings are not relate-able,
for most, inequitable,
yet I am.

In human form I reside,
imperfect and respectable,
open, yet shun a world too hands on,
too loud and chaotic, susceptible to pain,
and recede I must to overcome the fuss,
to calm that soul too open to the knowing,
that what I am showing
is too close to the bone,
my marrow, shown in proclivity.

Tony DeLorger © 2017

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Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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