Awkward

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Awkward

Awkward

Even the way I say it is awkward

Awkward has a hard name, a hard face

And a difficult place

Sometimes even no place

I’ve known awkward since the day I was born

We were raised together

We lived together

Chances are… we’ll die together

Now I love awkward

More than awkward will ever know

But awkward is difficult

Uncompromising and unwilling

Awkward is afraid

Of learning what it means to be a person

Awkward will try to shelter me from pains that I can’t see

And people that I can’t meet

Awkward holds me

Limp and lifeless in arms that are tender and warm

But quivering and trembling under their own weight

I bear things for awkward

Hoping, that awkward can bear me

But even I can see

That awkward wants me to be free

Awkward wants me to live my own life

Without strife

Without struggle and burden

And even when awkward’s hurtin

I can feel the push
Not away

But toward brighter days and better ways of living

Of existing

While I may always return home to the corner that awkward and I own

I still leave, awkward and all… alone