I never belonged to the life that I lived.
I never believed I could be what I should.
Awkward and quiet, too sweet to beat up,
I was a ghost, someone barely in focus.
My school friends seemed wiser,
they knew how the world worked.
They had big game plans, and places to go.
I was naïve, running from my own shadow,
leaving tradition with no certain goal,
certain a wrong step would end in disaster.
If I could relive those years as who I am now,
no more a wallflower, wilted and faded,
survivor of failure and new-trail blazer,
I’d show them experience is better than youth.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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