Belonging

To fit in is to conform
To mold oneself to a predetermined set of obligations
To adhere to anothers’ definition of you, to be owned
But we are owned
We do belong
But not to one with self-serving requirements
To belong to Him is to act in love
To defy the lists of societies desired qualities and reach
To truly love is a sort of intentional intrusion
A tearing down of walls from both sides
A long held gaze
A confusion of souls
Light upon our inner darkness
Truth shouted if whispered into the emptiness
“We are not made to be alone”