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There was a time when I tried to make them round, but their edges were too sharp.
Then I made excuses for them as if I were round and I knew how they should be.
Then I gave up. Kept my head down. I tried to encourage them in their squareness and comfort them when they noticed they weren't round.
As they grew older and I appreciated who they were becoming more and more, I stopped keeping my head down.
Now I look around. I'm bursting with pride at my square pegs making their own way like frontiersmen.
I keep my mouth closed though. Their paths are unique. How could I claim to be an expert on square-peggedness?
I just know I can love and appreciate them.
I'm so glad it really does take all kinds to make the world go round!
Thank you, I found your post on a google search for an image to go with a poem I wrote called pegs. I am an adult with Aspergers syndrome and dylexia. I found your post very encouraging. Love and hugs. xx :)
ReplyDeleteSo, so happy to know the not-so-round pegs in my life! Here's hoping you have a gaggle of folks that love you and the way you think! I do wish you would have linked your poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I have a few people who love and accept me just as I am. Also a whole on line community of friends that understand because they are square pegs too.
ReplyDeleteHere is the link to my poem.
http://leesyloops.wordpress.com/2011/06/23/pegs/
I have two blogs, this will link you to my "Listening through the Loops" blog.
My "Alienhippy's blog" A place where I can be me! You will find on my blogroll.
Love and hugs.
Lisa. xx :)
I was impatient and already found it! Loved your poem; anyone poking around here should follow her link. I think if all of those rounded people in our lives looked a little harder, they would find their edges.
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