BENT

I am still here

and that has to matter.

I have to make it matter.

I am bent, and a whole lot broken.

But I am here. Breathing. Living.

I have bent so low to the bottom that I almost snapped. But I did not.

I am bent but I didn’t crumble. I am broken but whole.

I will not bend over backwards to meet your expectations and what you want me to be. I will not mold myself into what this world wants from me. I will not meet the status quo. Undefined and unexpected. I will not trim my quirks for you.

I bent, but I did not break.

I am still here. I will grow.

I’m growing.

- A.S.