Milestones
The milestones I never surpassed.
Are a reflection of the behaviors I learned to suppress.
Even though I learned to talk.
Fear of communication caused me to balk.
As if standing on the edge of a field of tall grass.
That I am afraid to put a dent in, there is no clear path to pass.
As the other children scattered and played.
I did not care to swing on a swing set that caused my head to sway.
What was left was my feet on the hard ground.
I would say goodbye without making a sound.
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