Drowning in my insecurities,

I am pushed into a comfort zone beyond who I aspire to be.

The molecules are opinions, 

Assumptions,

Of those who think they know me best.

A force- harsh and stiff as a hurricane,

Stirs the rage within my brain.

As I struggle against every fighting wave,

I find myself alone.

Washed up, 

I am stranded with the land, my thoughts, and a world undiscovered.

Breathing on my own gives me a strength unfamiliar

But with freedom to search for my wanderlust soul.

Independence is the feeling of sand between toes turned to prunes.

It is the confidence found in solitude.