How long
have I felt
broken?
How many times
have I pushed myself,
miserable,
to do certain things,
believing there was
something wrong
with me
for feeling so nervous
and uncomfortable?
Why?
I am disappointed
to learn
that after all
of these years,
after so many
tortuous moments,
there is nothing
wrong with me,
that my instincts
and way of being
are fine,
normal,
okay,
accepted,
appreciated,
and in many ways
ubiquitous
throughout society.
This truth,
however late
in its coming,
is still a truth,
and I am thankful
to know it.
I pray
that I will never
forget it again,
as I will be tempted
to do,
but will remember
it anew,
every day,
as long as I live.
