Drowning in my insecurities,
I am pushed into a comfort zone beyond who I aspire to be.
The molecules are opinions,
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.
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.