A poem of mine, read by me. (I block users that flame. I welcome constructive criticism and dialog. If you're looking to be hateful, please go elsewhere.)
knowing is easy
I never had to make a list
or think all that very hard
I rarely needed guidance even
I found my way naturally
I didn't get why they struggled
or understood why they didn't understand
how can it be so hard to know
what's in your heart
I struggled with the easy parts
the things they all knew
bonds and rules and ways to act
those things rarely came
When I looked inside myself
the answers were there before the asking
I saw the path and choose my way
There was no stumbling for me
knowing was the easy part
I know myself like they knew others
it was first nature to know for me
I rarely even had to question
when I wonder about my life
it isn't what I didn't do
or who I wasn't, that I question
'knowing who I am' or 'just being me'
was never a struggle
relating to the masses,
merely finding common ground,
how so many want to fit
when I so completely don't
those are the things I wonder
The things I took for granted
were the things that kept me apart
as my peers struggled to find what I had
I struggled to understand
why they didn't already have it.
S. Elizebeth Turnquist
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