This is a very personal poem that was therapeutic to write. The hardest struggle of my early adult life was finding a place where I fit in the world. After significant soul-searching as an adult cancer survivor – forever affected by permanent and life-changing cancer treatment side effects – I concluded I don’t fit in anywhere. Not one single place.
That realization was extremely hard to come to grips with, but now I presently feel God has opened the doors for me with outlets including this blog of mine, to share things. It does no good to anybody else if I keep to myself every former piece I’ve written, so I figure “Why not? Go ahead and pour your heart out.”
So here’s a private poem I wrote on October 25, 2007 at age 23, to express my feelings at the time.
To be an adult as a whole,
I must practice self-control.
Words I will not try to mince:
Flat out, I need to practice confidence.
I need to remember simply the joy each day alone brings,
And practice a mature attitude throughout all things.
Outbursts are Childlike, Regretful & Sad,
Not to mention VERY BAD.
“Slow down and think before you act.”
I need to promise myself the preceding pact.
“Above all, love each other deeply,” the Bible says in 1 Peter 4, the eighth verse.
The aforementioned words I must immediately rehearse.
No more excuses, don’t say “No.”
Act ADULT & learn on the go.