Cornerstone

I suppose I was always meant to be alone–independent of a mother in the grave and of a father whom my inner child never forgave.

Left a community that views me a sinner, counted as a loss; I chose authenticity and to the curb I was tossed.

In rooms always surrounded by people, no matter strangers or blood, when my heart should grow fond yet only identifies feeble.

The concept of forever, a fallacy dethroned–those eyes in the mirror tell me I was built to be my own cornerstone.