Where Feet may Fail

Who, by definition, are outcasts? Those who seem different? Those who are introverted? Those who hold different beliefs than you or I? Therefore - are we not all outcasts, in our own way? Are we not all lost at sea, where our feet may fail us and our hearts shudder at the inability to guide us?

Are we not all outcasts, in our own rights? I do believe we are.

Am I an outcast? There is no denying it: yes. I am. I have been since the day I was born. They're many personal qualities that align me so, but I learned long ago to embrace such qualities.

I am an outcast. And I am fine with it. My feet may fail, my heart shudder, but my brain won't stop thinking. My heart won't quit beating. My feet won't stop moving, though they may fail. I may fall, but I will pick myself up again.

I am an outcast.