What I strived for at the start of my first breath.
Eating, crawling, walking, talking,
I longed for the day
when I could be free.
I felt so trapped
in the home of my parents.
Unable to think I could be happy
with their aid.
The day came where I transitioned,
into my own custody.
I was in control
Fending for my own entity
at school, home, and work.
The days pass while supporting myself
feels like an everyday struggle.
Finances, resources, bills,
all crush my soul with stress.
I realize how lucky
I had it.
To the point where I find myself
longing to be