Sitting on the Rooftop
I find myself stooped on a shelf.
The entire world to see,
but quite contrary –
(converse I’d say)
Never seen, never heard.
Told quite often, “how absurd.”
(prosperous thoughts indeed)
Hearing,
Feeling,
Seeing –
Differently.
Aching; just to be me.
(a moment of pause?)
Looking down on all the roads,
Sitting high, Iām so cold.
Understanding nothing here,
Waiting for my life of cheer.
(jauntiness to flap my skin)
Distance between two worlds, I feel.
Wanting more to know, what is real.
(not easy to keep up this masquerade)
Sitting on the rooftop,
Watching people go by
No one ever stopped,
not even to say “hi.”
(legs dangling for all to see,
no one took notice, they walked right by me.)
(I found this in one of my folders. 9/21/2009)
MindRetrofit7 
Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
Converse sneakers *hot*, and converse emotions, the picture and the poem are great together. Excellent Work š
Thank you shafiqah1! š
Oh, I forgot, now I did find the image this morning and thought it would go perfectly with my “converse” emotions. Hee hee I am a little infatuation with Converse also. š
Part of the reason I tell people to look up.
Ha! Excellent!
My mother finds it very strange when I sit for hours on the rooftop.
It feels exhilarating yet so lonely.
Sanah, wow! I thought I was the only one who did that. I haven’t in years, but when I used to live in an area that had high rise apartments I would go to the top of them alone and sit and write, or just star at the sky. š
“It feels exhilarating yet so lonely.” I agree! (My mom found many of the things I did (do) strange. She finds humor in it now.)
Simple,beautifully written with the feelings preserved in it…
Hi Colourfade!
A wonderful comment to read, thank you!