My People

 I've found my people, this I know.

This process has been long and slow:

I thought I'd found them once, twice, thrice

But every time I learned - no dice.

Not finding people doesn't mean

That no true friends came from that scheme.

Those friends were there, and still are dear

And I will always keep them near.

But solo friends don't make a pack.

In groups the benefits all stack.

A friend will keep you safe at night,

But having people keeps it light.

Finding my people was to me

A chance to feel socially free.

A group where I don't feel sidelined

And other folks keep me in mind.

In groups of people I must try

To join in, to be nearby.

The difference is no subtlety

My people aren't hard for me.

Feb. 15, 2024