I only found turmoil in absolutes,
Not much wisdom at 22.
A maturity in womanhood
Saw subtle fondness in childhood.
Lonely yet a whole world
To be acknowledged,
I know nothing is ever that deep.
I only found childish humour
In misfortune.
I only found comfort in the consistency
Of hunan error,
Untethering at 22.
I found blandness in shock value,
Found fortune in people
and with them gratitude
for Withholding loneliness.
Found humility in solitude too.
Temper to be an uneven thing,
All the while the most powerful catalyst
For a woman. For injustice too, only if spoken in truth and care.
At 22, I found value.
