I was born with my Mother

When I was born, like every other child born, I was without anything. 

I was not born with a hammer in my hand. 

I was not born singing a song. 

I was not born with an innate talent for anything. 

It was only when I had lived 5 or 6 years when I started to hear talk of the “things we are born with”.

It took me a good 15 years more to realize how misleading these “things we are born with” can really be to a person. 

Especially one in the midst of finding themselves. 

That’s where I am right now. 

I’m finding myself. 

Or to put it more clearly, more accurately, I’m discovering myself. 

To put it even more clearly and more accurately, I’m re-discovering myself.

From Noticing the Onion - and other poems

Noticing the Onion is my first book of poetry and is currently being printed from home, for whoever wants one. If you would like a copy, send an email or DM.
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