She knew her place was in the way,

A shadow dimmed by the light's display

A burden carried, soft, unseen,

Her whispers are lost where echoes lean.

She knew the weight her presence bore,

An anchor tethered to the shore,

Yet what she never could prepare-

That aching truth was too raw to bear.

A knot inside, it twists, it stings,

inadequacy's cruel strings.

No matter how she reasoned why,

The questions burned, the "what" and "why."

Her tortured mind would weave its spell,

A labyrinth, her private hell.

"Let go," They say, "don't think so much,"

Yet peace evades her longing clutch.

But then, amidst the storm, a spark--

A smile breaks through the heavy dark.

For in her chaos, she finds her frame,

And in your normal, she feels no shame.