It’s Sunday morning
And we sit on the shelf
Not wanting to sit
Anywhere else
Belonging not
But we long to be
Close to our loved ones
And wanting to see
What they have to show
What they’ve come to share
We are here only because
Our loved ones are there
Out of our element
But in love with them
So here we sit
And we wait again
The awkwardness rises
With incoming tears
We want out, but we stay
With our hidden fears
To find a home here
We'd need more help
But until then
We will sit on the shelf
© Ruby Neumann
© Ruby Neumann
Poet's Note:
Written March 24, 2019
"The Shelf" is a term I first heard from Mark Lowry. I don't think I can offer more of an explanation this time. The poem says it all. (see attached link)
