My Story

I wasn’t writing my own story
The pages kept turning and I remember wanting desperately to start at the beginning
There were words I’ve never heard of that were used to describe me
I eventually pretended that I knew what they meant
That happened a lot because I was desperately trying to fit in with those who were not ready for the person I had become
When you truly grow, it can be a lonely road
But you’re never truly alone
Just in the wrong place
So I grabbed my favorite pen
And started where I left off
I started ripping the pages that were not mine
At last a fresh start
My pen
My blank pages
My life
My story

Angelica Flores