I wanted for so long to be just ok,

not asking for the world as we do

when struggling with our identity.

Sometimes my questions, my 

requests are probably unreasonable

by society’s standards. Yet when

in the quiet of my own world,

everything I ask for makes sense. 

And alone again is that albatross

always looming nearby with a 

vague reminder like from a book

we all read and discovered the bird

had a purpose once understood.

I’d think about those silent moments

I guess and I’ll sleep another night.