Writing

The albatross watched from high above

at the calico cat slinking across the forest floor, a view of the situation from the ground among the trees and undergrowth

the queen bee flitting around, ordering her subjects

I'm watching you lie there, dejected, miserable at your idea of a failure. But it's not a failure if you got impressively high up on the leaderboard, if you got so close to winning but didn't.

I stopped here. I ceased my walking and stood here, for as long as I needed to be until they came. I wait for them. They haven't come yet.

I'm so sick of fighting to be with people who don't want me.

I'm so tired of feeling like I will never be good enough for anyone.

I just want to feel wanted.

I don't want to wish I was someone else,

Each step is one towards the future

each action leads to the next

after the left foot comes the right foot

after winter is spring

after the war is the rejuvenation

after the bad is the good

I'm

so very

proud of you;

you've gotten so far

and achieved so many things

and are still achieving incredible things

and you will forever be, knowing you.

You

may think