Because of love, I belonged.
Because I loved, I was exiled.
Binding, stifling, Rigid
Forced to choose duty, not passion.
Never selfish, only selfless
Yet not alone
We cannot choose where we are born
And we can belong to more than one place
For the human soul is complex in its simplicity
It never settles,
And yet demands so little.
Within the family
And between true friendships
Love must transcend culture
And culture must evolve around love,
For belonging is not a place
Nor is it a tradition
Belonging is in the hearts
Of those who love us most true.
Culture gives so much, and also takes its fair share.
Is it right to take the good favourable bits of culture and ignore the parts we don’t agree with?
Or must we take it as a whole.
I’m glad to be back from my hiatus earlier than planned.
Things worked out faster than I thought.
I hope you are all well and healthy, and I’ll be trying to slowly catch up with your blogs throughout this week.
Hope you enjoy and engage with me on this short piece.
Lots of love.
(A butterfly cinquain at the beginning)