While everyone else

Had a group of friends

Growing up

I got

Lost

In translation

Looking now as an

Adult with wise eyes

I see people

Together with

Childhood buddies

Groups

Couples

Together

Found

Not lost

Where was mine?

Why was I left by the wayside?

A year seems to matter

As those who were a year

Older or younger

Have theirs

When I was growing up

I saw it as a curse

That I knew people had this

And I didn't

Something was wrong with me

But now perhaps it's a blessing

Perhaps the reason for it

Is because I'm supposed to

Touch more than one group

Of people

I'm supposed to get to know

Folks around the globe

Be a part of lives

Interact with many

Would that be the purpose of this?

Why couldn't I have a large group of

Friends that I never lost touch with

That I grew up with

Who was there through thick and thin

But everything happens for a reason

And mine wasn't to be

Lost

But just in a different place

That's never a bad thing

Is it?

I was after all always unique

Every part of me was at odds

With the norm

I am not lost

I am found