Discovering Myself

Lit Up — November’s prompt: 55er

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As a child, in my mother’s lap, I felt safe.
Protected, from the worldly desires, that they called “vices.”
I grew up thinking there was one road.
One to walk on and to follow.
Only to come back home later.
Oh, how wrong I was.
There were many roads.
To go on.
To discover.
Myself.