The Giraffe Blog – Poems by Virgenal Owens

I stand in places
Not meant for me.

Look around, see the things
That weren’t initially designed 
With my intent in mind.

I toggle between myself and someone else,
Dance to the rhythm, offbeat, swaying unreliably,
Even though I know what my jam is.

All for an appeasement that doesn’t really appeal to me,
In order for someone to say, “You’re accepted.” 

It feels lonelier the higher you climb,
The ice is chilly up here,
Yet I keep climbing,
Can’t see where the hell I’m going,
Hoping I don’t peak too soon.
Praying I don’t crash in the valley.

~Written by: Virgenal Owens