Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
I thought your arms would be home,
a place where my storms could rest,
but slowly, I learned
I was only visiting,
never rooted.
Your laughter was loud,
but it never called my name.
Your eyes searched the room,
but never stopped on mine.
And in that silence,
I shrank
I gave pieces of myself
like fragile offerings,
hoping you would build a shelter with them,
but you only scattered them like sand,
forgetting they were once my heart.
That was the moment
the sting, the clarity
when I realized
I had fallen out of place in your love.
And yet
though it broke me,
it also freed me.
Because falling out of place
meant I could finally walk away,
finally seek the arms
where I will never feel too much,
never feel too little,
never question my worth.
When I fell out of place in you,
I discovered the truth:
I am not hard to love,
I was just loving in the wrong direction
Now I knew better.
MEDMIMI 