Out of Place
Ever since I can remember, I don’t fit in my own skin
It doesn’t help when they tell me beauty comes from within
I always felt I was less than, from an early age,
Every picture in the yearbook seemed to be an awkward stage
I look around at others who all know what to do
But even as a grown up, I still don’t have a clue
Growing up, I always lacked a certain type of grace
And it didn’t matter where I went, I was always out of place
Just when things were hopeless and couldn’t be more wrong,
I came to find a fellowship and a place where I belong
I was welcomed into a community of weathered, wounded souls
Who come together in recovery, sharing common scars and common goals
A glimmer of hope turned to faith and faith led me to believe,
And ever since, I have been blessed with a daily reprieve
I live each day knowing there is nothing that I can’t face
Now that I have been blessed with His love and saving grace
Copyright © Lisa Fraser | Year Posted 2025
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