You can go
your whole life
believing you’re different
you don’t belong.
You hold back
just enough to make
it true—
Until one slips
under your
defenses
But he is different.
It wasn’t
intentional.
You see your
reflection in those
around you
the fringe
the damaged
the different
you judge yourself
better, than worse
you’re different
you don’t belong.
Until light starts
seeping in and you
begin to see
the thinking that
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trapped you,
the feelings that
overwhelmed you.
You get a glimpse
of your own heart’s wisdom,
out of your control,
setting you free.