Where Do I Belong?

Where do I belong?

Or, do I belong at all?

This question forever

Harasses me.

You don't belong here,

This is ain't your home,

So reserve your opinions

For yourself,

Way back then, they told me.

You don't belong here,

So don't meddle in affairs,

Even now, they tell me.

I laugh, I think

Then where do I belong?

In "no mans land" it seems.

Even there, I guess

The guard would say

"Go away woman

This is no place, for thee."

I look up at the sky

Laugh and ask,

Has "HE" reserved a place,

For the likes of "Me"?

"HE" heard me

And laughed out loud

Encircling me in "HIS" arms,

Said "HE", the earth, the sky,

The waterfalls and meadows,

All embody me.

For I'm nature,

I'm the mountains,

The water in oceans,

Running wild and free.

The birds and flowers,

And all his creation,

With all its abundance,

Is my home,

And its all, for me.