Their Own Circle

i like to
join them
in their circle
without
much thinking
whether i
fit

lots of
courage you say
wanting
to be in simply
for being
in and be
one of
them

they keep the
circle too small
and i am
having a hard
time looking
for the
entrance

i cannot even
see the exit

at the last look
i feel a little awkward

not to boast
or be arrogant but i just
feel
that i am too big
for all of them

and so i stayed
in my own
rectangular
wall, four corners
no roof

no other occupant
just myself
sleeping well within
my confines.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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