To The Girl Who Couldn’t Drive

Not driving a car made you less
Like the rest; I can attest this is true.
And living your life with these limits,
Led to doors you preferred not to choose.

But the unwanted path led to people
You won’t have otherwise known.
And things in your life you neglected before
Are thing that have flourished and grown.

Don’t look at this thing as a limit,
Though it will be hard for a while,
Just see it as something that sets you apart,
And not as a staggering snarl.

Often the that things that confine you
Aren’t what hurt you; they simply define.
Like an artist entangled by choices
Is set free by some limiting lines.

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