No place to sit

        Oh how the day opens with tears. Funny though that
being inside a dream is relaxing, fitting where I am
welcomed. Oh having a home means greatness.

       Yet here, still, the reality is that oddity I am doesn't
fit in any place. Wondering, flitting but not gathered.

        So grateful that Jehovah still welcomes me. I know
I belong in his family. That has to enough. Accepted
as I am, who I grow into being.

        Just, though, the acceptance, one day into
a group of friends. Interesting though is that I am
made to recall my constant moves as a child. Never
clicking with anyone because of not knowing if I am
going to be there for 1 month or 1 year.

       Odd how the brushing pushes people. The
strengthening that builds to stand on their own.
Just, sometimes, I want to be able to join in.

      Still. Well growning. One day perhaps a place
for me. A welcoming I belong inside. Not the weird
one on the outside listening to the joy.

       Indeed, perhaps.