Immobile

 .

There is a glow up above

But I can’t reach it

There is a warm spot over there

But I can’t move toward it

There is joy below

But I can’t get down

There is singing somewhere

But I can’t make out the sound.

There is safety in front

But I can’t move forward

There is comfort behind

But I can’t move back

There is love around

But I can’t move anywhere.

This is my place

I stand-alone

Forever in search

Of a place to call home.

Copyright ©1992

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