dust

“But most days,

I wander around feeling invisible.

Like I'm a speck of dust

floating in the air

that can only be seen

when a shaft of light hits it.”

                                            Sonya Sones,

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Sometimes I feel as substantial

As a speck of dust

Something separated from the earth

Not so much set free

As cast adrift

Disconnected

Where does this place of isolation come from?

Why is it that I struggle to find a place to land,

Where I belong

Where I feel “in place”?

Is that I am propelled by the wind?

It is that people always brush off the dust?

Or is it that I am simply unable to

Let go of those things that cause me to strive, and protect

And close off

Those things that keep me detached

And isolated

A speck of dust

Floating on air