Poem: Still The Outsider

Still The Outsider

I do not want to be seeking
the way to enter
any longer, but
I do not have anyplace else
that I can go or want to go.
This is where I need to be,
and I was told I could be here,
was told to come.
But there is a trick
to gaining entry.
I am certain
my name was there,
on the right list.
I am certain.
It was promised.
I don't know what to do
if I can't get in.
I will not just leave.

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