We
We who were born
to shift the fog
and clear away
old concepts
are finding each other
We the misfits
the lonely, the sad
the ones who ached
to find their belonging
are connectingWe the quiet observers
who desire something
beyond ourselves,
who want meaning
are stumbling across
each other and finding
solid groundWe the storytellers
are finding our voices
the chorus is rising
and the music is good.
© Tanya Southey
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