I don’t need to be understood.
I don’t need to be completed.
I don’t need to be fixed.
I don’t need to be praised.
I don’t need to be helped.
I don’t need to be put in a box.
I am here to be,
to be myself,
to be my truth,
to be my present.
I am here because
my soul burnt through my skin
when my mind wasn’t looking around.
Because it was inevitable
that the spark ignited a fire
just as you can’t stop the earth of spinning.
Because despite the immensity looking so small
its weight was too much for my shoulders.
I am here because I had to find you
to find me.
I am here because the dream became a reality,
hit by hit, bruise by bruise,
mark by mark, pinch by pinch
snap by snap, screw by screw.
I am here, and it was inevitable
that pain became love.