It’s shaped me; all this stuff before,
Though sometimes I don’t want to remember no more.
The sense of being different, being set apart,
Still hovers around, in my head and in heart.
How I felt adrift, so strange, so different.
Not quite fitting in, wherever I went.
It was hard to deal with, in fact to survive.
But best foot went forwards (just BREATHE!), stayed alive.
Perhaps we’ve all been through it, in different ways
We all have our battles, some struggling each day.
Its hard facing up, and looking inside
Only the bravest will go on this ride.
I’ve learned: wherever I go, there's always myself!
And because of the past, I have experience’s wealth.
And I hope to accept that, honestly, how
Without all that’s gone, I wouldn’t be me, here now.
By Lena Britnell
