To me

Words have always been unique

When people failed to be

For me

Writing down my thoughts as

words, phrases

lines, stanzas

stories

Was easier than

Fumbling to feel them personally

To me

The little girl that woke up at night to write

Is not strange, because she

Was me

To me

Fitzgerald put it best,

"You discover that your longings are universal longings...you belong."

And with my words, phrases, lines, stanzas and stories,

I always felt like I did belong.

Even if it was to myself,

I belonged

To me.