Where will I go? Where do I fit? This world is round I am a square freak and is looked upon just so. I look to the seas, but they are taken. I look to the land, but it is owned. I look to the stars, but they are named. I look to the space, but it is filled. Where do I fit in this world so miss placed and unwanted? Where can I go to be me? Where can I go to be free? Where can I go that the pain will not fallow? Where do I go from here?
Great questions, and I think we each have to find our own answers somehow - we are on the same path, but we walk it each at our own pace and in our own way.
When I was struggling with these questions, Kirk, I found this place to be my lifeline. It was a place I could be me, where I could be free from the shame and blame, if only I would let them go. This place can't be our rescuer; each of us is our own rescuer. But it was here that I allowed myself to discover my own power. Your "place" seems to have been imagination and the realm of verse and prose. Pretty cool.