Home.
I step outside.
Physically yet mentally.
Mentally?
Yes. Mentally I am outside of my comfort zone.
Forced to become someone I am not.
Coerced to fit in with a social group, I am not used to.
Yes, mentally I am outside.
Do you know why?
Because we strive toward our goal of something called “perfection”
Wasting our time all at once,
and never negotiating with our reflection.
Physically?
I am standing amongst my coffee colored door,
The light gray pavement.
Fluorescent blue is the color of the sky.
Forest green is the color of the lawn mowed grass.
And I?
Stand there.
Intently looking out, and admiring what is yet to come.
My insecurities, will rapidly vanquish.
My hands, feet, nose, and eyes are mine.
And I am flawless.
Ruined. Damaged. Faulty.
These are the words that don’t describe me.
No injuries, no scars, battles.
I am superior. Immaculate. Beyond compare.
They want me to crack under pressure.
To crumble in their presence.
But I don’t.
I don’t relapse.
I simply rise to my feet, to be crowned victorious.
I will turn my back to some,
And show my face to others.
To take a bow.
To accept, and lend an ear to the applause.
I don’t give in.
I don’t give up.
I just keep walking, and start to pick up.
Where I left off?
No one knows…
But I know I’m going straight for Home.