What It Feels Like to Belong

How fulfilling must it be to belong to a group, a family, a society? I wouldn’t know. The only group I’ve ever belonged to was the church I grew up in, singing songs woven with oppression, bound together synergistically lifting each other up while pulling ourselves down deeper and deeper and deeper until we couldn’t go any further. It’s no wonder tears were shed at every meeting, trying to find the light whilst supposedly singing to it in adoration. Press my way through, mustn’t give up now, the words seem to hold strength, on the other side is this man, this sentient being waiting for us to finish our earthly battle, all while we are here, just yearning to belong to someone, something, somewhere.