Every Bump of This Internal Ride

So much of myself has grown.
From depths of solitude known...
But left to go unquestioned.
Left to accept what had been said,
But never confirmed.
So much of myself has grown.
When on my own I sought to learn...
To face insecurities.
And not claim them as personal property,
To rid and live life with discovered excitement.
Freed...
To enjoy,
Every bump of this internal ride!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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