Fit In – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)

Fit In

Do any of us ever really, truly feel
like we fit in—
whatever fit in actually means?

At best, we’re lost in ideas,
pulling hope near,
living with a kind of bubbling fear.

Fitting.
Fitting in.
What does that even mean?

Let me catch the thief
that likes to sculpt our dreams.
Let me catch the pickpocket
who likes to pocket our feelings.

What does it mean?
Where do we begin?

And do any of us ever truly feel
like we actually fit in?

James Garratt – January 2025

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