They are my kin

Posted: August 7, 2014 in Free Verse Poetry, Poetry
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Where are all the broken people?

Why can’t I see them?

They are my kin.

Am I now amongst you?

Is frailly an unattractive social tag?

To be worn on the inside

Out of our sight?

Mandatory exuberance.

Hip & Happening, roller-coaster, you.

Inspirational.  Successful.

Beautiful.  Real.

These words fall from me

I do not need their camouflage

Hanging heavy on my soul

I am exposed.

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© Paul Nichol.  August 2014

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