The Myth of Belonging

I take a mental snapshot 

of this building I call home. 

We thought it was the place 

that we could die for. 

And die in. We built it 

into everything we craved. 

But now we hear the call 

of somewhere else that we

could float to in a shell, 

to reach the shore 

of beauty and belonging.

This shell is sad reminder

that the bubble of my hopes

is just a fragile, weightless myth

recorded in a snapshot

of a building I call home.

inspired by:

• Day 10 prompt, mobile home, in the Garden of Neuro Institute Poetry Circle

• Tuesday 9/10 prompt, snapshot, in Medusa's Kitchen: https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/09/trailing-nostalgia.html

• dVerse 9/10 prompt to write about the sea or ocean: https://dversepoets.com/2024/09/10/by-the-beautiful-sea/

published in Medusa's Kitchen:

https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/09/music-we-cant-hear.html

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/dark-monday-91625?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true