Treasure Island

Noemi Lee

(2006)

Sigh of Relief


I get sad
too sad, when I dont get external support, encouragement and praise
it sucks.

I get sad
too sad, when I think of the direction
or lack thereof,
My life is taking-
no
that I am moving my life in.

I get frustrated,
too frustrated when I wonder
what is wrong with me, and why cant I be
Just like everyone else

And then I realize,
truly realize,
that you cannot fit a square peg
into a circle.

You have to search for the square opening that's waiting for you.

Submitted: Thursday, April 26, 2012
Edited: Friday, April 27, 2012
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The sadness in this is overwhelming. I dont remember writing it, but I can tell how lonely I feel. Like I have to do life all alone.
Im glad, I know now that I don't. God is the only one that never leaves.

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