Lost and alone inside my head
underprotected at best
abandoned at worst
still asking the ageless question
‘Who am I?’
A wilted daisy in a field of flourishing roses
wondering how I’ll ever fit in
wondering why I was even planted here…
Some kind of cosmic error
but on a personal level?
Or is there a bigger reason
one I’m not yet privy to?
Running out of patience, and
too old to start over
even if I do
get the answer.
1/26/24
Karen McCaskey 