From the moment I breathed my first breath, I have been trying to achieve the impossible.

Never knowing the love and comfort that life claims to have.

I’ve endured a multitude of personalities, every one more painful than the last.

Never knowing who I was. Never safe enough to find out.

Just floating through this existence knowing everything and nothing at all.

Given all the pieces to this puzzle, but no clear picture of the end.

Three decades…still trying to grasp onto a soul that has always been out of reach.

Should have been born a T-Rex.

Who was I meant to be, What life was I destined to live?

Stranded in this web of uncertainty, made to just simply survive.

Living…loving…knowing

Life is too far out of reach.

I’m here

And that’s enough.

I’m alive…even if I’m out of reach from myself.