It may be said that we reap what we sew:
We learn from mistakes, we dig and we grow.
We choose and we feed, what we think that we need, and somehow wind up, just planting a seed.

I remember back when, I was strong and brave,
Courageous was I, never bow or behave.
But like a gazelle, I am down, and weak;
In the mouth of a lion, I tremble and shake.

How did I get here? So tired and scared:
A fork in the road, confused and ensnared.
What is wrong with me? I sigh to myself;
I've not done anything wrong, I'm just being myself! But perhaps thats the problem, myself is just wrong, never accepted for me, have to change to belong.

I will no longer alter myself to be loved, will not place anyone, ahead or above:
No sacrifice made of myself for another, I choose myself and seek to discover.

A gazelle I was, but now I am not.
A lion roars loudly..... I haven't forgot!!!!