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Invitation to the Uncharted

Hey there, friend, beneath the bloom

I waved in colors of the wild

“Join me in this grand balloon

Let’s soar beyond the world’s tamed dial!”

We’d paint the sunsets red and gold

Whisper secrets to the stars

From mountains’ shoulders, tales unfold

Ride waves, unshackles by our scars


But you, with cautions heart, just shrugged

“The path’s too steep, the sky too wide”

You turned away, a portrait snugged

While I danced on the evening tide

Your laughter, lost in distant breeze

I’ll carry on my lonesome fight

Wherever spirals whisper, please

I’ll chase the dawn and claim the night


Yet, here I stand, with compass drawn

Around me, worlds in every hue

With orbs of wisdom, come the dawn

I’ll wander wide, it’s what I do

The rustling leaves will hum my tune

The rivers will conspire with the moon

So, you can linger, bound by stone

Meanwhile, I’ll forge my own way home


And if you watch from yonder tree

A shadow in your quiet air

Know this is not woe but glee

I’ll dance with winds that kiss the air

The tapestry of life unspooled

With threads of laughter, heartbreak, fire

My story’s ink will not be cooled

As I dive deep into desire


So, here’s a toast to paths unclaimed

To spirits wild, the void, the dream

Your choice was made, yet I’ll be tamed

In ancient woods, beneath the stream

Adventure waits, I’ll heed its call –

With every misstep, rise and fall

It’s your loss, dear, not mine to mourn

I’ll still be here, as light is born


I used to beg people to stay in my life. Actually, most of my life, I was begging people. I found that most people only wanted me around or in their lives when I served a purpose for them. They didn't really care about me, what I needed or wanted. If they did, I was great at pushing them away. However, this is how I look at it now; I'm a super nice person. I have literally given my shoes to someone before, as I was leaving the ER from a severe allergic reaction to the sun. They were clearly homeless and weren't wearing shoes. Despite my situation, I knew I had shoes at home, and I had a car to get into and drive home. If I invite you into my life, it means I want you there, it in no way means I need you. I've learned the hard way how to depend only on myself. I struggle now to even let new people in. If you don't want to join me in this crazy game of life, I'm good with that. I'll navigate it alone. I'm confident in myself, my silly stims and quirks, my flaws and my success. It just means you weren't meant to be a part of my journey any longer. I'm comfortable with myself. I love and respect myself, and I won't beg anyone to be a part of my life. I want/need genuine connections. It's not easy. It hurts a lot. It often keeps me up at night, but my respect and self-love for myself trumps those feelings.






 
 
 

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