Poetic rant.
Photo by M.A.D.
Bovine Rant
It was at times when I did not follow the herd that I was ignored.
At times when I walked to the beat of my tune that no one heard my voice.
When I painted my picture that eyes were shut.
When I opened my door that other shut theirs.
It was at times when I disagreed, that silence befell.
The rest of the time, the pasture was green.
It was the hardest lesson I understood,
Stepping into my journey did not make me bad,
And refusing to judge got me out of the barn.
Maria Antonia Diaz
Inkspeare 
I really like the metaphor here. Following the herd isn’t something I’m good at but neither do I want to stand out. Following your own path is hard sometimes but it’s better than just following the herd mindlessly. You depicted a conflict here that many can empathise with.
Beatiful
Thank you Marisol. I am glad you enjoyed it.
It is never easy, but the reward is greater than the pain.