Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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Someday I'll be something
Other than the outsider
Other than the one
Always coming back
Always defeated
Always shamed
Always wishing
For something more
Than a foothold
Than a moment
Clinging to nothing
Clinging to ephemera
Clinging to each vain hope
Until it crumbles to dust
Casts me back
Into swirling void.

Someday I'll be something
To all those staring souls
Trying to smile
Even as they see me
Swept away
Swept away
By currents I cannot control.

Someday,
I'll find my shore
I'll find my sun
I'll find my smile
I'll find a place to stand
To come back to
To want to come back to
And I'll live
And I'll grow
And nothing will keep me
From my dream of stability
Ever again.


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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.