Sub-Genre Specialty: Living Between the Lines
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 14 years.
Realized that society will always have those groups
The haves who get it all without even trying
And the have nots who never get even close
Seemed to be stuck somewhere in the bizarre middle
Getting the trivial things in life: surface matters
A job, a house and bills paid each month
Didn't seem to be important if no one was there
Except the furniture for true companionship
The important ones always stayed within arm's-length
Close enough to see them, but far away enough
To not be able to touch and grab ahold of them
Before they slip away to the bigger and better
Knowing that only meant either I'd always be out of reach
Or left room for a private utopia meant for me alone
Let's hope that it's the latter of the two options
Hard to be optimistic when life remained at a stagnant pace
Coworkers had relationships, children, and grandchildren
While I remained stuck in a neutral holding pattern
Stuck in emotional Customs and everyone else passing by
Looking for the jaw's of life to break out of this funk
Listening to loud of obnoxious 80s music to feel something
Lasts long enough until the song comes to a close
Returns back to same thoughts as before it began
New Year's festivities are under way everywhere
Except for my place where pajamas and reruns are the plan
Unsure where I fit in all this melee of optimism
Hoping for a future that seems to be beyond reach
Getting close to it before the universe gets wise
Steals it away just before sheer bliss comes into play
Not fully aware if the future I once held dear was mine at all
Seemed like an illusion built to hustle you out of your heart
Break it into a million pieces, while they seemed to move on
Relatively unscathed with the rest of their life a total wreck
Decided to return the favor when you didn't fold along with them
Hopefully, the new year will bring better opportunities
To escape this self induced exile into the social abyss
Need to break out of this extra hard shell and get some sunshine
What the doctor ordered to find peace and happiness
Both in that particular order in order to move on and have some fun
Digging deep inside to pull out a brave warrior ready to take the plunge
Won't forget a parachute in case of any potentials problems
Fingers crossed that there won't be any.