I am a mashup of many things.
I cannot say where it all begins.
Simply that I came from a dreary place.
One which I felt there was no escape.
And so I rose, unsure where to go.
But moving forward because that’s all I know.
Somewhere along the line, I found my spiritual beliefs.
A way to cope with seemingly endless grief.
And I kept moving, into the unknown
Now an adult fully grown.
Still hiding, still full of fear
A relief to anxiety is never near
And so I write, trying to express myself
to a world in failing health
Perhaps these words will reach somewhere
and linger there.
(This week’s post is based on this post, so I tried my best to describe myself in exactly 111 words this week. An interesting and difficult exercise!)