My life is made up of mazes.
I navigate my mind,
We all navigate my actions.
Something as simple as a schedule change can throw off my carefully choreographed dance.
Some physical annoyance can throw up a wall in front of me and make me want to run away.
I hate the mazes, but I love the journey.
I hate having to try so hard, but I love trying.
I love succeeding.
I love finding the secret passages out of the mazes that used to trap me.
I feel freer every day I try.