My Burden, My Curse

Upon birth, they say, an angel did descend,

warning my mother, "There will be false friends.

Protect her, dear, for she carries a gift

that will see through the shadows that try to shift.

They'll do their best, but she is strong,

and her power will grant her the truth all along.

No deception from others can pass her by

without earned exposure and an appropriate goodbye."

As the angel departed, she passed one last warning,

"It will hurt her, you know, it will cause her great mourning."

But then, as time does, it passed, and I grew.

And all along, deep inside me, I knew.

I knew I was different, though no one would tell me,

but I didn't need someone to assign my identity.

My mother never mentioned my angel's promise,

but regardless, I felt myself grow like a Goddess.

Each time I uncovered the deceit of a friend,

I knew I had the power to survive to the end.

My self-realizations helped me to grow,

so my heart and my mind were an impressive show.

I found exactly who I need.

How could I possibly be less than happy?

You see, the problem is that the angel and my mom

thought of the worst as a ticking time bomb.

By failing to hear such heavy warnings,

I took the best I knew and avoided mourning.

It is so much easier to be happy, to be me,

when others aren't damning you before your time is to be.