Day 29--National Poetry Month--Bio Poem--

Today we're doing Bio Poems. If you'd like to know more about the poetry form, go here. Otherwise, my poem:

I'm the one in the veil.

H. Linn Murphy

Dented, chubby, and flawed

I love doing evil things to book characters and seeing them rise above the chaos, because it gives me hope for slaying my own dragons.

I can almost dance, hike, swim, and a host of other things I once did well. Mostly I live in my head, now.

I hate sitting on the sidelines, watching other people do what I used to do, mostly because I feel like I didn't have enough time in my lithe body. Dang knees.

Will I ever dance like I've always wanted? Will people ever applaud my rendition of a fire bird? My pas de deux with an amazing danseur? Will anyone ever be impressed with my chocolatey tenor voice, spritely tinwhistle renditions or bodhran solos?

I fear they won't. In fact, I think I won't have a niche anywhere. Not fully athlete, not fully wife, mother or grandmother, not fully spiritual giant, musician, artist, amazing intellect or writer. Just an also ran no one remembers for anything besides being slightly tactless.

I'm not strong enough, yet, not to care about finding that place, that square hole for the square peg.

Someday I want to know I belong somewhere and am loved for it.

©2019 by H. Linn Murphy