Misunderstood on the outside
my own path I wander
at times - all alone - I ponder
stepping aside, avoiding the ride
to the safe haven of conformity.
It is my path, and I walk alone
though fear shakes the marrow bone
I know I'm free, so I flee
to a place within this world
where it costs nothing to think
and one is free to scuffle and slink,
curled in on oneself, waiting to be unfurled
in the whipping wind of white hot
confidence that comes from strength
and hope - a sliver at arm's length -
we have not left our dreams to rot
by wandering this path alone.
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