Find me a space in darkness.
Where solitude reigns
no accusatory fingers
0r oblique glances
filled with hatred
not for what I do
but for what I am
-different
from what they are
Find me a window into space
Where I hang alone
Neither an astronaut’s fame
Nor mythological tales
Disturb the bliss of being
just being
not fitting into
predetermined structures
Find me shapeshifting angles
To accommodate me

Be proud of who you are, Reena! Stay strong. ❤️
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Thank you so much, Sarah!
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Many of us have had one time or another where we are different to those around us and this poem is a great response to that, Reena…
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Thank you, Frewin! The realisation hurts when people turn negative, rather than accepting you as an individual.
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Beautifully done, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Dwight!
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Yes, be unique and original!
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Thanks! 😊
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You’re welcome!
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If you find that place, it sounds lovely.
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I hope I find it, even if it is after life 😊
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Me too 🙂
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🙌
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You’re another poet who has written about the benefits of peace and solitude, Reena, and I couldn’t agree more. That ‘space in darkness’ is safe and comforting. I especially like the bliss of ‘just being’ and ‘not fitting into predetermined structures’. I too would like ‘shapeshifting angles’.
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Wonderful! Thank you, Kim!
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My pleasure, Reena!
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A very evocative poem Reena. Is that you in the photo? Very nice picture
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No. It’s not me. Thanks for the compliment!
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😍🥰
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