The meeting drones on around him
As his mind
So busy
Wanders down the pathways of his youth
Remembering
Sunny summer days
Dust exploding under his feet as he runs
In his mind
a hero
strong and handsome
inside a body
slow to grow
these moments of freedom
where no voices ridicule
and he is outside the circle
no more
this one who is never quite “in”
but soon he must return
plodding to that place
where doubt lives
and he is just the skinny little
guy in glasses
awkward in his own skin
how long must he carry
those big ears, and black glasses
and knobby knees through life
always
not quite
enough?
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