A Letter To Self

See, it isn’t as overwhelming as it seems, it’s just that it’s been a while since I last felt free.  

To be seen, and not like this – not when security remains a factor beyond my reach.  

I want to be me, but not like this. Rattled down the path of discomfort, or without a choice in how I express what I see. That is not how I ought to be. 

Uncertain, I care not to think otherwise. What could be isn’t, and what is sure feels like it’s meant to be. Yet, up for debate hangs the purpose of it all. 

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