Stepping into chaos,
and skipping to the Left.
I am not the same...
(Maybe I never was...)
My longings merge to create a life of substance and passion.
Oh the things I was denied.
Being as I am, there was no where else to go?
Trapped by my wants and needs,
I stumble towards a sunrise...
But I fear the fall...
So
at last
I let go...
And become but a feather in the wind.
tumbling
falling
set free to be as all I was....
It is not as bad as it seemed.
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