Can they understand what I’m saying?
My friends accept me as I stumble.
I don’t always act with refined grace.
I laugh at the wrong time.
As a child, I was out of step.
I didn’t know what to say.
I feared saying something stupid.
What if they would laugh?
I remember Kim, the kids were cruel.
No one was kind or caring.
The others made me angry,
but I didn’t know how to stand up.
Every day, the sun would wake me up.
I wanted to be ready for a walk to the bus.
Passing the willowed pond,
I saw a blue dragonfly chase the sky.
William Wayne Smith
Originally posted Patreon: “205. Understanding“
Pond by Broad Oak 4 by Leimenide [CC-BY 2.0]