I see you at the edge of the light. 

You move in the shadows.

There, but not.

Others smile and talk.

They move easily.

You don’t look or sound like them.  

You are apart.

This hurts. 

 

The outside is dark.

You feel alone.

Sometimes you cry a little. 

Sometimes a lot.

What is wrong with you?

Why can’t you fit?

It shouldn’t be this hard.

 

You stare into the darkness.

Your eyes adjust slowly.

Outside is more than you imagined.

There is space to run and play.

To dream and create.

There is stillness and quiet.

Things to learn and discover.

Outside you are alone, but not lonely.

You do belong.

You belong to yourself.