She was a story that didn't make sense
Everyone said it was true
A very square peg in a very round hole
They whispered, as crowds often do
They asked her to sand down the parts that stood out
The parts that they couldn't control
They asked her to dampen her spark and her spirit
And trim little parts of her soul
So she tried on the shapes that they laid at her feet -
She learned where to soften and bend
But edges remember the truth of their form
And corners refuse to pretend
So one day she stepped from the circle they'd drawn
And freed every corner and edge
Letting go of the rules that had shaped all she knew
Not realising what lay ahead
She walked into places not built from one mould
Met people of each size and shape
Who showed her that everyone's bound to belong
When nothing keeps anyone caged
She moved into spaces that welcomed her fully
Her edges no longer confined
She breathed in the warmth of a world that accepted
The colours she carried inside
And now, nothing forces her corners to bend
Her soul isn't asked to be small
She fits without fitting, at last standing whole
A square peg - at peace with it all
*****
For all those who have never quite felt like they 'fit in'.
Becky Hemsley 2026
