CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“No Shape is Mine Now”


Will I ever experience home again?
Not home of a place, but home of belonging?
Will I ever belong again?
How could one belong,
If to belong means one must fit in?
No shape is mine now—
What a journey I’ve wallowed!

Masks have fooled the circles,
Though could never fool the one within me.
Truth is just that…
Reality.

Will I ever experience true fit again?
I have either advanced or diminished
My home—
My belonging.
No shape is mine now.
And even I can’t take my hand.

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-Chris J. Melanson 2004