I am a child, I last awhile
You can’t conceive of the pleasure in my smile

—— Neil Young


I don’t know how I got here.
Or what I’m expected to do.
I guess it’s a bit childish for me to be so unsure about these things but…
That’s just the child in me.

Being me.

I’m here now, that’s what matters.
And it seems the others have accepted my being here.
At least they see no reason to say or do otherwise.

That’s good enough for me.

I just want to be loved.
Like anyone else.
I just want to be included.
To belong.

I know I sometimes say or do things that get in the way.
That make others “other” me.
I know that I’m different, and it’s ok.
No difference from those “others”.
Do I see?

Do I?
Am I?
Should I?
Will I?
Can I?

I’m always asking questions.
I don’t really expect the RIGHT answer.
I just want to hear how YOU answer.

It makes me feel closer to you.

So please have patience with me.
Consider giving me a chance to grow.
I have a feeling you’ll be thankful that you did.

And if not then soon enough…

You’ll know.