For the longest time,
I didn’t understand myself.
I couldn’t understand myself.
But now I am told
By professionals and amateurs
That I’ve known myself all along.
And maybe that’s what I believe too.
I have come so far
From being the boy trapped in his mind.
I have learned so much,
But this thought still scratches at the inside of my skull,
Whispering words I know to be true.
My battle is far from over,
My crossroads have yet to come.
My star has yet to fade,
My song hasn’t even begun.
But that’s okay
It’s beautiful, in fact
Because I know I am not ready
For the obstacles that lie ahead.
But I know myself.
Now more than ever.
And somehow
I’ll be strong.
Thanks for stopping by my blog.
Don’t we all face that uncertainty at various points in our lives? But we’ll be fine. You will be. Fine.
I think that I had same experience. Sounds so familiar. You described it with such a finesse.
I was recently told by a professional analyst that I’m “normal”. All I could say was “as opposed to what?” told my family I’m normal and they all laughed. Some people just aren’t weird enough to fit in my personal category of normal. I like your style!
Really beautifully written. Also, thank you very much for your lime today.
*like. You didn’t give me a lime.
Also, it is easy to understate how awesomely written this was.
Hahahahaha Thank you so much! I mean I guess if limes are what everybody wants, of course I’ll provide….