judged

It’s actually a pleasure to be wondering
Where exactly do I fit in
Is it this mold or the next
This oven or the one burning flames and charcoal

But what a relief comes with too much comfort
I’ve attained too many battles to rid that taste from my mouth
To be situated in a conversation where I?m heard
Not judged
Feels as if the challenge has been swept from beneath me

Not that the situation in itself doesn’t present challenges
Just that those are easily overlooked by one so quickly clouded
And judged
And misjudged
By those supposedly on the same side of the fence.