something different

Wandering around lost in the middle of an empty field
the wind brushes past you...all around you...through you...
the waist high grass bends and sways as the wind carefully sweeps over it's tips...
causing an enormous deep green wave floating ever onward to the horizon
soft beneath your bare feet...cool against your aching soles...
there is no reminder here...
no loud, flashing, screaming sign to remind you that
you are different.
there is no megaphone residing in your conscience
forcing an excruciating earsplitting reminder into your soul that
you are different.
You are not part of the exclusive
You are not with the lucky
You are not included in the simple...the easy...the part of the world that is able to breathe.
That life...those people...that ease...
it was simply a glimmer of what could have been...
how your mind's eye as a child thought that it would be...
and now it's just a mere whisper.
a reminder that you are different...you will never be like them.
so as you walk through the cool and comforting mud beneath your ocean of grass,
remember that.
remember that no matter how often or how painful it is to think of...
you were not meant for that life...that ease...that simplicity...those people.
it was never yours to keep.
you were meant for something greater...
something larger than life...
something indescribably difficult.
something uniquely yours....
something different.