Parts ignored

Elements seen as flaws.

Bits within, pieces form this thing I call me.

Left to fend, grow and become complete?

Unsure how to manage such complexities.

I strive to become that which I have chosen to be.

This I have chosen, is the becoming of me?

Ripe in confusion no how to manage this load

The weight of freedom and responsibility

The choice of now or to be kind to that version of me.

A timeline of before and what's yet to be —

But I exist now, the now you and I see.

I shed some weight and pursue what I ought to be

The rules of him and her and communities.

At last, I have arrived — now I can be.

I’ll enjoy the fruits of their path. The path to be seen.

So where is the joy and love that is meant for me?

Alone with no sound, I begin to hear its weep.

The voice of a soul —

“The paths you ignored were the parts of me.”