Belonging.

Do I belong here? The answer is unknown. I don't write like others. I feel messy and meek. Is this good enough? If not for you, at least for me? Will anyone accept my thoughts? Is this even poetry? I just write what I feel and try not to judge. I know it is right when my gut approves. From the gut up to the heart. A connection of intuition telling me that I embrace what I think. And what I say. And the words I use to make sense of it all. It feels good, then I cry. Cry from the fulfilled understanding that brings silence to my brain. Once it is out, it is gone. I feel peace, and I feel good. Finally.

I belong here because I think.