Type of poem: Free Verse

Topic: Belonging

POEM 14

Flowers in a pot
Babies in a cot
Raisins in a box
I can't think of anything other than rocks

There's always something that belongs,
something that corrects all wrongs.
But my life is that one line in the poem.
Doesn't really bond with the others, solemn.

I'm just...

Confused,
what's within my reach.
A phone in my hand,
toothbrush in between my teeth.

Puzzled,
typing with just one thumb.
Chewing hard on bristles
like a piece of gum.

Conflicted,
my jaw hurts, like it did all along.
Biting onto my toothbrush
for way too long.

Guilty,
a menacing figure looms in.
Jumping up from the bed,
scuttling to the bathroom's sink.

What? I don't know.
I just don't fit.