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The Package

It was the whole package.
Nothing about it required to be changed.
Upon initial delivery, though,
It was rerouted to another destination.

Once received, It was mishandled.
They didn't know what to do with it.
Wasn't what they thought they ordered,
Once they saw it in action.
They couldn't see past their own disorders.
With a package that didn't quite fit their needs.
A package they didn't know how to relate.
Since they couldn't relate to this non-relative.
So they spindled the package when they felt out of control.
They decorated the package with their own labels and show of identity.

The package endured for years all the mislabeling, mishandling it received.
They who adopted this package considered re-sending it back to the original sender.
Or rehoming it to others.
What was best they believed.

As the years past, this package would not last in their possession.
It eventually broke free.
The contents of the package was determined to Be.

Yes it's true.
When I climbed out of their box.
No longer under their keys and locks.
I was finally stamped "Rejected"
That was fine with me.
I was determined to see
Who, not what, I was meant to Be.
After all those years mishandled, misunderstood.
So I flew.

Oh, by the way, did you know?
There's still postage due!
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