I am found.

For 7442 days, I was lost

Stranded with little knowledge of where I came, what I was.

 It seemed everyone knew I was different, but I could not figure out how.

Being lost for 20 years is terrifying. Cut off from a healthy source with no where to plant my roots.

Like a monster, I feared looking in the mirror afraid of who I might see. Being different is scary.

Not knowing why is worse. When the explanation came, clouds filled my head as lies told

to children were revealed to be false. Who could I trust now?

There's a saying, "Blood is thicker than water"

What if you don't know your own blood?

That is when you begin to sink.

Now I can spread

my branches to the

sunshine, it found

and brought me a

sense of direction.

I know who I am.

I am no longer lost.