Av Signe Rudberg Selin © copyright.
I Don’t Belong Here
I don’t belong
on this earth.
I’m just pretending.
I have no place here.
Even if you think
it looks that way.
I’ve walked through fire.
I’ve walked through water.
Done everything.
Seen everything.
Been deep down in
the darkest room.
I died there, several times.
Even if you don’t believe it
when you see my smile.
”Be ashamed and be grateful!”
”Correct yourself
and be like a normal person!”
Those words rang in my ears
As I walked through the city.
I was young, beautiful
and unnecessarily smart.
But inside I was broken
right down to the cellular level.
Love was my only home.
But it was never a permanent home.
My roads were crooked.
My journeys were long.
And I was a guest.
I didn’t belong here
on this earth.
But now I am here.
My home is love.
My home is
to be present right now.
Someone has shaped
this special day
today
into a protected garden.
It is green and red
and blue and yellow
and black and white
and purple and orange.
The whole garden is blooming.
Yes, there are birds and bees.
And trees with tasty fruits.
This garden is named after me.
I own the right
to live there.