Someone Else

Truly I have only briefly been aware:
      —that my friends care for me deeply.
      —that they all wish for me to grow.
      —that they all hope I will feel a part of the world.

I felt I was a social outcast.
Society had nothing to offer me.
No one could understand my life.
I wished that I was someone else.
My growth as a human was stunted.

My changes were gradual.
I did not notice that I was different.
The barriers fell as I spent time with friends.
Now I don’t feel so broken.

W. Wayne B.

© 2011 W. Wayne B.

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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