The Poetry Gripe

Belonging

I control the essence of my being

But the thing, I not control

Is that of the want to be wanted, comforting and easy

To stream this life, to feel the breezy

Does one want to create an emotion

So far, So lost does my thought go

I figured out that it's not easy

Trying to be the one who is pleasing

I crave that which I once sought

To feel the warmth of another's cot, simply ones does not

Skipping through the beat of life, searching for those who I haven't seen

But I have seen, the belonging in one's heart

In their eyes, I see my own growth

Do these roots take place so, in the mind of a window

Surely now for a place so steady, does one create a place of many

I seek the feeling that I belong, to something more than home

A place above, in the world beneath do I seek

The hug of pleasure, the sin of nature

Youth in its place, not a taste I've once had

For I save myself for the future 

The one I hope to keep its place

In the plans of the unmistake

Do you know of the meaning, that once we craved that true feeling

So much so did I betray, the one who meant

The most to boast

I step down into this place, lay my head down to my resting place

I pierce the veil with my sight, seeing the truth behind my fright

For I always belonged, to the ones who sing my song

I grab ahold of that beginning

Steadily now, I'm only waking