Enfolded

family At first it’s so easy. We want to belong. That warm comforting centre with everything lovely wrapped around us. But what if it’s not warm, not comforting? What if lovely is somewhere else? What if we’re hated? Then we find a new centre, where the lovely is. Or we get spat out and find ourselves in space, and looking for an Other. We fall – we need a Safety Net. One thing is certain - nothing is as easy as that first easy. We’re not the centre any more. We’ve traded inside for out. We have to learn to be another person. We find another mother. We learn to associate. To fly. That’s the point. We check out all the points around us. We grow through imitation. And one day someone gets spat out and comes looking for us. I want to belong, but that “we” is not me. I was parentless before I was an Other. All I wanted was a response, but they both couldn’t or wouldn’t give me that. Should I blame them or continue my quest for acceptance?