My yearlong odyssey into the various styles of poetry has taught me many lessons about myself. I enjoy getting lost in the world of rhyming words. There still isn’t one style of poetry I would choose as my favorite to write in. July is the perfect month to create a selection of free verse poems. This style of poetry has no rules, which I find liberating. They don’t have to rhythm, but I suspect mine will rhythm because that is how I roll. One of the poems I plan to share during this month of free verse is Outsider.
I don’t belong here.
I knew it the moment I walked through the door.
It’s not that I want to go somewhere else.
Maybe it’s the cliquish conversation.
That overpower the room,
Making me feel like a stranger.
Or maybe it is the cautious looks cast in my direction,
Making me feel naked beneath my cloths.
I know I’m not in any danger,
Still it makes me wonder about the fear,
And reluctant feeling of doom,
And my hearts wish to flee and soar
Above the noise and the chatter.
The only peace in the place,
Is the praise music playing over the speakers in the ceiling.
I am familiar with the tunes and the feeling.
It calms my desire to run for the exit.
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3 thoughts on “Outsider”
Molly, this is amazing writing. I loved it.
You might have a tiny typo in this line (but I’m not sure):
That overpower[s] the room,
Thank you for reading my poem. It wasn’t a typo, but maybe not gramaticly correct. It is a form of hoosier speak. The way we here in the central part of the state phrase things. We are so country around here. Thank you for noticing.