I had wanted to fit in.

In my aim to please, I bent down to their feet.

To put them at ease, I gave the other cheek.

I had become a captive of my own undoing, placed in a box where my soul was sobbing. It wasn’t free.

The price I paid for fitting in was too much, way too much.

For years my spirit cried. Until one day, it whispered, “I need to break free, or else we would die.”

Break free it did, and the soul soared high. 💜