I grew up out of my "High School" clique years.
Here's a cheer to the adult which shouted,"Get up and BE A Man!"
From within my heart.... The strongest power of all...
Chased away my truest of fears.
"Will people except the real me?"
"Will I Succeed?"
"Do I Need to be alike those I seek audience from?"
Hide?
I did such. For a while.... until reality shocked me
out of which was stalling me on life's ladder due to my false pride.
Real friendships were made.
Real creative talent was discovered and was used for the true light in life..
A smile on the faces around me.
Shaking a firm and real hand.
Being "well put together" as a once drawn out and incomplete puzzle.
Never looking for the truest of pieces to complete the truest of beautiful views..
I lost out on time, true heartfelt connections to other ideal hearts, and in the shadows I would hide... Until, as when I needed it the most,
I was scared to the REAL Vision...Completing My Puzzle..
As I snapped out of my blindness which was my heavy and useless pride.