Hustle culture
There are so many things that
are not me.
I am learning to accept that I am different.
My reason is not like the rest of the world.
or
Maybe it is exactly that.
What I do know is that I am giving myself time.
Time to observe.
Time to cry.
Time to grieve.
Time to learn.
Time to just be.
Mainly time to learn to spread MY wings.
It is time to fly.
The person I thought I knew was me. Has returned to being different. I feel everything but soon will feel free.
I am here to help others with my light.
