Proof of me

Walking home in the dark,
I asked myself, "Is this really okay?"
The feelings I couldn't put into words
kept echoing quietly inside me.

I tried to meet others' expectations
and ended up losing sight of who I was.
But now, I'm beginning to think-
maybe I can love even this clumsy part of me.

It's okay to get lost.
It's okay to stop.
But I'll keep walking as myself.

Regretful nights,
silent pain,
a simple "thank you" that meant the world-
they all made me who I am today.

This is my proof.
May it reach someone, gently,
on a quiet night.