It has been a journey. My journey.
A journey of learning, of growing, of self acceptance.
A long journey, fraught with setbacks and needless shame.
A journey of decades.
Decades spent hiding, trying to deny what should never have been denied.
A journey I would most likely travel, somewhat differently, were I to somehow be given the chance.
So as I begin another journey, tomorrow’s journey, I will not repeat the mistakes of the past. Regardless of the discomfort, that I’m sure I’ll have to endure.
Regardless of the uncertainty, of both my decisions and my courage, to continue.
Few, would choose the path that presents itself to me. For me, there is no choice, as others do believe. Yes, I could choose, to not walk this path. Living instead a diminished life.
Passing my days as a cardboard cutout. With no depth, and muted feelings, just a prop in someone else’s life.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Comments (2)
Beautifully penned! Loved your poem!
"Passing my days as a cardboard cutout. With no depth, and muted feelings, just a prop in someone else’s life." That line hit me so hard because sometimes, that's what we are and where we stand in some people's lives.