Grew Up

An awkward kid

A small clique of friends,

Made me feel accepted

 

Teenage years a wreck

Drifting between groups

Never really in, or out

 

Work came and went

Ambition higher than

My need for community

 

Everyone left in the dust

No one there at my lowest point

A nightmare of my own design

 

Buried in the dark, damp soil

I began to evolve

Straining for a light I had yet to accept

 

Breaking through to a new life

Reestablishing lost connections

Finally accepting who I am

 

I am not a sympathetic character

Sure, I’ve loved, lost, felt and cried

But I’ve also hurt, ran, pushed away and lied

 

I’m just thankful for the life I’ve lived

Every good, bad; high and low

I wouldn’t be who I am without it 

~

Photo by Michel Catalisano on Unsplash

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