There was a point along the road
when she realized the truth:
being different was going to have to do.
Chasing acceptance was a dead end,
at best a cul-de-sac of indifference,
well, no one came back from that experience.
Better to live alone if need be,
for chasing acceptance and waiting for life
had too many similarities.
Better than chasing what others wouldn’t give,
better to make her own happiness—and live.
©January 2018, Christina Anne Hawthorne