It’s lonely
Buried deep beneath these thoughts
This longing to belong
To be loved and accepted
As if I had always been involved
Vacant of the need to know what it would be like
Not to fight for remembrance
Pretending the void doesn’t matter
As it breaks me from my core
Stripping my confidence and assurance
That I am not the outsider
The after thought
The only lonely child
Left behind by blood
To be embraced by those with no obligation
I place no blame
Nor expect much else
For these are my demons
My struggles
My fight
Unintended omissions
Do not equal the lack of love
Or exclusion
But rather the blessing of perspective
As one in this position
Find themselves loved by choice
Not just necessity
And for that I am more than thankful