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The Dance
He is invited to the wedding but feels out of place, alone, until….
The hall is crowded with wedding guests, and the great room is filled with laughter, conversations, and guests chuckling at one another’s jokes.
I’m alone, amongst many, wishing for time to pass and all the guests to leave so I may return to solitude. The invitation was not expected; why would it be? I was not the chosen one.
I never entirely dressed the way others did, and I never said anything the way others said it. I am not the clothes I wear; they are simply wrapping. The words I speak are poetic and different from most. It’s not that I mind; it’s just that I wish to be appreciated more for who I am.
Unfortunately, only some will look beneath the outer wrappings and get to know me. These things have bothered me for many years, and yes, the fact that I mention them now shows that they still have the power to hurt me.
No one notices that I am here. I can make my way to the exit and leave, returning to my world of dreams and fantasy.
I feel strange when I make my way through the crowd of joyful guests. I cannot describe it. I feel singled out from the crowd for some reason. I feel no sense of threat but rather a sense of compassion. My gaze travels the room, seeking the feeling’s…
