A perfect fit.

That describes it.

A match, a set a pair

Belonging, yes, right…

There.

No need for validation

I care not if they approve

If they don’t like

What they see

I suggest they move.

I have searched for years for this

I have yearned, Cried tears and missed

But now I have arrived.

I can say with certainty

I know why I’m alive

Fear once held me down

chained I was and bound

But now I’m free

Look at me

High above the ground

To Belong: a state of being

Exactly where one fits

Nothing ever felt so good

As going where one went…

I’m longing still I’m seeing

Belonging and I’m being

A bit much yes I know

I just can’t wait to say

Here is where I go

I am overcome

With the thought I’ll overcome

And I will reach that foreign land

I state:

Belonging here I come