I’ve always been that funny shaped piece
That never fit quite right
Squeezing myself into spaces
That were always much too tight.
I wondered why I am like this?
Why can’t I just conform?
Shape myself to the walls around me
And mold myself to the norm.
I thought I must be faulty
Surely something has gone wrong
Because I can’t seem to find the place
Where I feel that I truly belong.
Eventually I stopped trying
Because it wasn’t working anyway
I was only ever performing a part
In someone else’s play.
So I threw away my list
Of things that I’ll never be
And instead I decided to sit beneath
The weeping Willow tree.
I thought of how beautiful it was
Watching those branches sway
I felt inclined to pull out my notebook and pen
And let my imagination run away.
2 thoughts on “I threw away my list.”
Conformed shapeism can not be as beautiful as your own unique truth.
Beautiful lines ,yes let your imagination run away! Well shared 💕🙂🎉