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Common Ground(s)

I remember this seat well.

I sat here the first time I felt part

Of a bigger community,
Of something bigger than myself.

There was a man on the stage

Strumming his guitar,
Pleading for us to listen
To his cries for understanding.

 I sat here the first time I felt vulnerable,

Finite,
Human.
And we all sang together,
In honor of the friend we lost too soon.

 I sat here the first time I ever felt at peace,

Loved,
Complete.
And it wasn’t a man I was thinking of,
For once I just thought about
Me.