I belong

if huddled in this cave
I belong
then the light is being reflected off the rear wall
and the illusion of solitary confinement on the political spectrum
melts with the warming of a euphoria of multi-dimensional lights

if standing on the left side of the pavement is where
I belong
then my picture frames carry memories of rightful passages
deserving crowning achievements of proper movements
validation in the sea of waving storms and confusions

if defeat leads to time spent in opposition
I belong
because it takes an incubation period for ideology to manifest itself
radiate the dreams of decades of despaired and defeated individuals
into policy and politics digestible for a better vision of this world.