Do You Belong?

rebellion_in_sanity

dimmed light
fills the room
with timid consciousness
of a lark.

 

you ponder,
amidst silence,
do you belong here?
you wait, but no one ever answers.

 

a lizard moves up the wall.
you wonder,
if it knows moving up may be
escaping from one void,
and heading to another.

 

rain drizzles—
moves the curtain
consciousness fills with
scent of wet earth.
and you think-
it's good to be alive.

 

you ask yourself,
why does rain fall to earth?
is transcendence moving up,
or is it in uniting with mother earth?

 

the question lurks:
do you belong here?
no one answers;
disharmonious chords of life tell you-
"you don't belong here, 
yet, you do belong.
plan to see new days to come,
just be alive".

 

in your mind
you reach for the stars:
a question surfaces:
stars or the infinite void,
which gave you the life?

 

a feeling
floats up like a lost sail,
among those forgotten stars:
whispers—
perhaps, you are as nature intends
your sails to unfurl.

 

if only walls could have wings
and flew to the stars.

 

senses float—
in the scent of the wet earth....

  • Author: Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2025 06:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: Perhaps, it’s the musing of a mind that has momentarily escaped into an unhinged world.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
  • Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard, Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    A question that lurks in the back of the mind fluttering in and out of the shadows. A haunting and otherworldly feel to this poem

    • rebellion_in_sanity

      Thank you for your kindness. Really appreciate your support πŸ™

      • sorenbarrett

        Always my pleasure

      • Neville



        I sense you knew exactly where you were heading .. maybe not write from the off but shortly thereafter .. I could read this over again and listen to relics or obscured by clouds any day of the week .. Neville πŸ˜ŽπŸ‘

        • rebellion_in_sanity

          Now now.... anyone mentioning he could listen to PF while reading my poem - i would consider that to be the highest praise...

          see the fun.... whether you meant it or not ..i took it πŸ€£πŸ˜­πŸ˜œπŸ˜‡πŸ™

        • Poetic Licence

          A mind on the move, constantly thinking and pondering its existence and your own existence, nicely expressed and written

        • Bella Shepard

          I love the way you portray the "essence of being" in this poem. Your musings are beautifully rendered and quite profound. Thank you for sharing this gem!

          • rebellion_in_sanity

            Your kindness is greatly appreciated. Thank you very much πŸ™

          • Thomas W Case

            Powerful work.

            • rebellion_in_sanity

              Thank you very much for your support and encouragement πŸ™

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              This felt to me like a drifting meditation between belonging and release…earth, rain, and stars all folding into the question of place. The quiet turns of thought make the ending feel like a deep breath. Very beautifully done, my friend. A fave from me. πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

              • rebellion_in_sanity

                Thank you very much for your support and kind words. Deeply appreciate themπŸ™

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  You are most welcome, my friend!



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