Still need to find myself

“Who Am I?”

I’ve been to bars.
I’ve been to high end places.
I’ve been out doors
With spiritual people.
And I’ve been in church
With religious people.

I’ve smoked pot
And I’ve drank nothing
But water before.
I’ve driven fast
And I’ve fallen asleep
To someone’s safe driving.

I’ve not let people touch me
And I’ve sat in strip clubs.
I’ve let people make out with me
And I’ve sat in therapy.

I’ve lied, cheated, and stole
Almost went to prison.
I’ve spoken the truth, stayed loyal,
And given more than I’ve taken…

And yet no matter how
High or low I’ve gone.
How good or evil I’ve been.

I still can’t find a place I belong.

-K.L.

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Dainbramadge · 56-60, M

"The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stay'd for. There; my blessing with thee!
And these few precepts in thy memory
See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine ownself be true,"