An ethereal spirit
who drifts from crowd to crowd
without ever fitting in
never feels at home
anywhere.
The heart longs for
and belongs to
so many things.
A blue smoky jazz café,
a bonfire by a farmyard pond,
opening night for a Broadway play,
or a quiet book nook with a cup of tea.
I tell people of my past lives.
"I was a hippie once."
"I went through a goth stage."
"I've been to a couple steampunk conventions."
Some see me as a wife and mother.
Some people call me crazy,
or, to be nice, unique.
Or special.
But where is my home?
I am a wisp.
I drift along in this world,
going unnoticed by many,
appreciated by few.
I float among the people who love me,
hoping to leave a gentle impression,
yet knowing I've chilled some hearts.
I make my home where I want.
I do what I want.
I am content.
And I shall never, ever die.
About the Creator
Heather Cumbo
I once tried to major in Theatre, but ended up going back to my first love, which is Creative Writing. I am a huge bookworm and film buff. I also like theatre (the costume department), classic rock and folk music, and trying new things.
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Comments (3)
Love this line, "I drift alone in this world going unnoticed by many, appreciated by few. " Resonated with me - chilling. Hearted and subscribed ❤️
This was very empowering! I loved it!
Wow, this spoke to me so much! Beautifully written :)