I once was yearning for connection.
The kind that offers pure protection.
A bond, a merge, a link,
A partnership, a group think.
Community was what I tried to find
I ran towards it eager, even blind.
Blind enough to lose myself in the search
To lastly find myself at a church.
Sure, I found a home among the herd
And was touched by a preacher's word
But little by little the home became hot
And with a flame I got tangled in a knot
Before I knew it, I got caught in the burning fire
Imagined an end so tragic - it was dire.
But like the best survivors' tales, I made it out
And graced myself with a prideful sense of doubt.
And out is where I learned a single truth,
A notion that is often wasted on the youth:
'One only yearns to connect when they are divided
And even a follower of God can be misguided.
So don't yearn to be one of many but rather be many of one.'
And just like that my search to nothing at last was done.
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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