At seventeen,
the world kicked me out,
and my grandma's love,
though well-intentioned,
was too afraid to see me
for who I was,
for who I am.
But time,
time has been my healer.
It has shown me that my truth
was never about changing,
but about shedding the layers
that were never meant to be mine.
I was never lostâ
just waiting to align
with the man I always knew I'd become.
I still carry the same heart,
the same dreams,
the same love for life.
My soul never waveredâ
it only became clearer,
stronger,
with each passing year.
Time doesn't erase the past,
it reveals the path to who I was meant to be,
and every step is a reminder
that I've always been me.