She didn't have the best mind in the class br she knew that; br nor the prettiest face. br She couldn't play the clown-make people laugh br and she was not the one to understate br thoughts and feelings br on specific things. br br She moved among her contemporaries br unseen, untouched br not noticed br nor scorned br but not given either br much respect. br br She didn't dance- br too much exposure there- br and her body often betrayed br her lack of balance br and too br she didn't much think br of body parts as br internal expressions. br br At least not her's. br br So she circled her Being br around one friend and her books; br the one friend who shared her predicament. br br And the two would associate, rather than talk, br hung together on lunch-time walks br each having someone who br could navigate that long mile br from lunch room table br to lunch room door. br br Two shadows close enough br each concealing the other, br therefore, together they were shadowless. br br Til one day she read in one of her books br that Shadow Beings have an br opportunity br to make of themselves new things, br because they are not filled up yet with superficials. br br Empty vessels tho they might be br they too br can choose what ingredients br will make up their life-soup br instead of already in their teens br having been already filled with gruel mean. br br So taken that way br she thought br I am a Human Seed br awaiting still br My Blossoming. br br And that was her br first br Awakening.