I am poetic

Falling for syllables and consonants

Weaving words into my vocabulary

To create imaginary worlds

My affection belongs to the fictional characters

I long to talk to,

Spill secrets to them

 

I search for solace outside of comfort

But I sidestep onto the battlefield

Afraid to encounter conflict

Knowing I can’t get myself out

I take it one step at a time

And breathe

Mistakes are inevitable

 

My teacher once said,

“There is strength in vulnerability”

Never one to let my trust go so easily

Perceived myself as “weak”

And not how strong I could be

 

I stopped loving myself

At thirteen

My body shape changed immensely

And my favorite jeans didn’t fit right

 

There was a boy who was patient with me

While I figured out the concept of affection

Starting with the perfect jeans

It took me three years to find them

 

There are billions of people in this world

Some living life to the best of their abilities

Others are still trying

 

Later in life,

There will still be unanswered questions

But I lived life the way I wanted to,

Knowing who I am won’t matter because

I am never going to stop growing