To dance to the beat of my own life’s drum has always been easier said than done.

An introvert in an extrovert world has always been more painful than I let on. Trying to be this person for that person and that person for this person, has been my gift and also my con.

So I try to fit the mold of my circle to your square, hoping and praying there’s none to be aware.

No one is looking. How could it be? In a world caught up in ‘me’. The truth is I’m different than I may appear. Why I always hid from the world, I’m not that clear. How much work it is trying to be something I am not. My soul’s wisdom and essence was something I often forgot.

Yet age softens the edges of these constructs. Too tired to care and so I leave it bare.

With time the beat of my own life’s drum grows louder. And with each year, a growing power. The nervous turn to calm, the fear turn to courage. A soft peace to accompany my drum, along my life’s passage.