I can not find a place to grow,
my light has dimmed no longer glows.
I do not fit in anywhere,
my thoughts are mine no room to share.
I keep hitting a concrete wall,
my victories become my fall.
I do not know what will come next,
my mind wonders if I was hexed.
My heart does not believe it’s hexed,
I envision what I want next.
My strength increases after falls,
I know I can climb any wall.
My purest joy comes when I share,
I now feel welcomed anywhere.
My heart and soul carry a glow,
I nurture it and watch it grow.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy