I was born an idiosyncratic child

Elicited in specific ways or senses

No rhyme, no reasons- intrinsically

Often at the bewilderment of others

Which made it easier to trek along

Those lesser-taken pathways of life        

While they fought for hierarchy slots  

Or to advantageously bend the rules        

I’d be antidotally affirming who I am  

Usually outside of their social norms         

And they danced to their choice of music

As I walked in sync with a lone universe        

Most of them faded into social acceptance  

By trial or tribulation, I found… myself


Poet of the Light © 2023

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