Babbling Insomnia

I was born into this world.

A world that I try to fit into but a world that I clearly cannot adjust easily to.

A square peg into a round hole.

Some understand me. Many try to. Most do not. A fair amount cannot and never will.

A fair share I'll tell not to even bother to try.

I know who I am. I am proud of who I am.

I am me. That is who I want to be.

If you have to ask why I am who I am then please do not bother.

I was born into this world.

Having missed the decades which I clearly should have been in.... or, well, so "they" say...

Everyone says it... everyone, anyway.

Non-conformist. New-aged "hippie", missed "my decades"...

"What a shame she wasn't around for the good ol' days"...

Yeah, I agree. But, then I wonder, where would I be now, twice this age?

Would I know my dad? my mom? my siblings? my cousins, my family & friends?

Perhaps I am meant to be now, this way, just the way I am. For something.

Yes, I am sure of it. Quite sure that everything must happen for a reason.

I am me.

Born into this world

where nobody can figure me out,

'cept for me.... then the few and far in between.

I cannot conform, as much as I might want to try in order to please others.

I cannot lie, because it is not who I am or what I am made of.

I am not perfect and do not always learn from my mistakes the first time 'round.

But I know who I am. I am happy. I am proud. I am beautiful. I live without regrets.

Milk that has spilt is not worth any tears.

I will find the decades I missed somehow, in some way, at least in part.

I will find the one, apart from my girls, who gets me for me without question.

I will learn to live in this world because the world is beautiful even if it is corrupt.

The world, although perhaps a different shape than I, will bend with my shape and form.

I am a teacher even without a degree. I am a student, until the day that I leave this earth.

I am an artist. I am an author. I am a dreamer, a believer, a lover and a fighter.

I believe the world's problems could be solved much better with the presidents in a boxing ring.

Bloodshed burns at my heart and soul.

Although I love this land, I can never love or justify a war which seems barbaric.

I am a bird. I am a flower. I am the sunlight. I am the hope and the faith in the future.