What does it mean—
to belong?
Is it the connection you feel in every bond?
The way you define yourself
in things and places—like a song?
Or is it
when you no longer need to translate your soul—
And each part of you feels a little more whole?
When you don’t have to breathe shallow anymore,
because there’s no wrenching feeling in your core?
To belong –
is the end of vigilance.
To be safe in your difference .
Not walking on eggshells.
To stop editing yourself.
To finally drop the pretence.
Cause your whole being just makes sense
I have belonged too…
but not in the same way.
I have belonged in fragments—
to people, places, identities, and moments—
in the name of role, duty, and commitment.
And in all of them,
I was the best I could be.
But in those pieces…
myself,
I could not see.
That’s when I realized—
there wasn’t any piece left
that still belonged to me.
