Mental Health, Poetry, Writing

Square Peg. A poem.

I was always a square peg,
out-of-place in round holes
with all the rounded souls.

An outsider striving
to make his way inside,
always locked out in the cold.

A perpetual stranger,
dwelling amongst strangers
and stranger things, I’d wager.

Hold me and shape me,
mould me like supple clay
into a thing of better ways.

And let this tactile process
knead this square soul
into a rounder whole.

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