Discoveries From the Sea

Drowning in my insecurities,

I am pushed into a comfort zone beyond who I aspire to be.

The molecules are opinions, 

Assumptions,

Of those who think they know me best.

A force- harsh and stiff as a hurricane,

Stirs the rage within my brain.

As I struggle against every fighting wave,

I find myself alone.

Washed up, 

I am stranded with the land, my thoughts, and a world undiscovered.

Breathing on my own gives me a strength unfamiliar

But with freedom to search for my wanderlust soul.

Independence is the feeling of sand between toes turned to prunes.

It is the confidence found in solitude. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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