it doesn’t matter what you think
just like it matters not which way I turn
just as long as the confluence of influence
doesn’t intersect anywhere near
this dusty highway bridge
this way leads to my island
shared by a selective group of misfits
who understand on a higher level
what it’s like to thrive off the beaten path
and stay happily and simply hidden
march two thousand fourteen
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The life of a misfit… a life I know all too well.
that may not necessarily be a bad thing my friend….
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thanks so much Stevie for reblogging this little poem
No more a misfit. I belong within myself and it feels good. The unbeaten path can be joyful. 🙂
Amen to that, Maryse. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts here.
I like this, as I do most of your poetry, because it lends itself to multiple readings: a physical island primarily, a protected psychic space, the net, this blog. Happy to think of myself as one of the “misfits.”
thanks so much, Kris – once again you are spot on – misfit or not ;`)