The world told me I was not perfect, but that I should strive to be,
The world told me that I was weird and that this was not ok,
I was told to be silent for I must be wrong,
I was told I could never be right for I was too young,
I was told that "one day" I would understand what I must do now,
I was told that "one day" everything wrong would make sense,
I thought when I became a teenager I would feel free from ignorance,
It turns out I was wrong, it seemed the more I learned, the more I knew how little I know,
I thought when I became an adult the world would open up to me,
It turns out the world is a lot scarier than I ever thought,
As a child you never notice what is expected of you,
The world is black and white, right and wrong,
As an adult I know the world is a whole spectrum,
There is no direct right and direct wrong, but a thousand ways this can be interpreted,
I learned that the voice in my head is not a cricket but a conscience telling me what it thinks is right and wrong,
I learned that there are many kinds of love, and that everyone deserves all these kinds,
I learned the world gives and takes in uncertain quantities,
I learned that what little control I have in my life can be fragile,
And so I learned that I must always appreciate where I am in life at that moment,
And marvel at the journey I made to get there,
But most of all I have learned that despite what I thought,
The thing I need most in life is people to share it with,
I need my family and I need my friends, to share all the shades of all the colours,
I am strong.
But we are so much stronger together.
And that is ok.
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The Song of the Sun and the Moon
PoezieThe passion of the burning sun and the cool caress of the silver moon. Credit of graphics to ArtfulPoet- thank you so much for designing an amazing cover for my book! Credit of image to Dorina Costras