Still I Search

How I wish to belong.

Off the Island.

Welcomed to the whole.

I search and search and…

Still.

Standing in the lone.

My Mother’s arms were not…

Lone.

But she’s gone.

Wrapping the Angels in her Unconditional Love.

Still I Search.

And Hope.

For the Permanence of Belonging.

I can hear My Momma’s Voice.

“It’s on the inside, THE INSIDE.”

But, I don’t Feel it.

So, I Search.

I haven’t given up…

— Trish