Brian’sPoems

Another Weirdo

Everything seems weird to me,
especially when I forget
my human vulnerabilities
and the amazing diversity
of this strange world.
I forget I’m struggling
for even an infantile comprehending.

Today I’d like to take stock
of my strengths and weaknesses,
of those things I know
form the very core of my being
and that physical backbone
where I hang my meaty self.

I’ve noticed when I give deeply,
from within my gut,
I give the most,
and when others
seem to like what I’m offering.

Not the giving,
but having much to give,
frightens me a little.
It’s probably why I find it difficult
to stay in one place too long,
or to do the same thing
over and over.
Count me just another weirdo.