The Truth About My World
A poem
The truth about my world
Is that it crumbled early on
And from its pieces I emerged
Tougher,
Wiser
And transformed:
With stronger arms to hold the weight of truth
Of who I am now, not whom you knew
With stronger legs to walk me through
The dirt
And mud
That I outgrew.
Now I proudly hold my pen and write
All the dazzling chapters of my life
Where every page is filled with light
Where
Deep emotions
Can ignite;
You see, I’m no longer standing still,
Neither am I drifting away
For there’s nowhere for me to go
Yet there’s a time
For me
To be.
My world.
My home.