What Must It Be Like?

Have you ever known someone who just Didn't fit in the ordinary way of Human doing and dying An outsider whose gifts were Never appreciated? What must it be like To be birthed into a world where Who you are has no value? Where what you do is Sometimes mocked, sometimes shamed Rarely understood for its depth of soul So rudely cast on bonfires of Ignorant indifference? What must it be like? Have you ever asked why? Dared to feel the needing edge of Life's primal misery? What must it be like? Ask a poet, he (she) knows. ~ Laurence Overmire