I could not help but find a story here… what a beautiful lean.
Being Me
It’s never easy
Growing sideways
In a world where
Everything is celebrated
Up and down.
The rules for standing
Etched upon my skin
And yet I bend
I waver
I lean.
I want to touch
the sun
With my
Outstretched limbs.
I want to sway
In the song
Of the breeze.
Some say,
Rules are meant
To be broken
Yet in truth,
They stand
In solid salute,
Their shadows
Mocking
My paltry lean
And I can’t help but ponder,
What does it matter
Anyway?
Whether I stand still
Or I lean,
I cannot help
Being me.
© Sumyanna 2018
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