Growing up, I never wanted to be tucked away
I thought if I wasn’t the center of what I was in, I was nothing
I did not matter if my claims were as beautiful as a pink sunset reflecting off the lake, its colors melted into one beautiful chaos
If I was not the center, I was nothing.
Now I am met with a conflict- the place that I love, the place which occupies my center is tucked away
The salmon hold sits modestly in the hidden sights beyond the trees
It is not the center; not even close
And when I go there, I too am tucked away
My thoughts dissolved like the colors of the pink sunset over the water
And my worries become fluid as the river, drifting farther and farther downstream
I come from a mindset where the center is the only worthy relevance
I know now that is is ok
To be tucked away
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