So breathtakingly beautiful.

I'd like to add this insight; many lost adults can also be traced back to a teary children. Some live to become tortured souls, whilst others find solace in art and the beauty between the brush and quill strokes and creative finger tips.

So, I'm not the only one who dances in a tutu. *skips off merrily *

Andrea, this is elegant, unique and obviously personal but one where many of us can relate as we have probably all been classed as different because we don't go with the flow so to speak. I was 'different' because I enjoyed reading and poetry from a young age and people didn't like that.
We should all be different as being the same is boring though.

Michael the image of you in a tutu will stay with me forever lol :)

Fantastic Andrea.

Amen Andrea, amen- so many of us "different" children have grown to find our niche in this world. Some are still searching. Your poem was spot on. This is just beautiful! Thank you for sharing...hugs....Brenda

As Michaels already said 'breathtaking' love the way you brought in literature references too. I also remember Edgar Allen Poe late at night. Milly xx

Like a Shovelhead on a racetrack, it's different but will still go around as good as the next. ( just with ALOT more style :))