So painful

Like a stinging nettle grasping my bones

Some days it collapses my frame

And ill never understand it

Instead I live with it

These traumatic incidences

That push me further outside the fences

Watching others parade around inside

Switching partners in misinformed lines

The dogs bite my wings

And I’m off flying again

To land in another meadow

Alone I stay, alone I go

Misery is not my company

Neither is happiness

I step along the stones of shifting circumstances

Isolated

Yet always waiting

For hands.