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
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Photo by Michel Catalisano on Unsplash
