why did it take so long
to be myself
to open my arms
to embrace
who i am?
the miles i have walked
in others’ shoes
in clothes unknown
reading yesterday’s news
—
today is the day
i find myself
i throw open the windows
to the fresh air
that i left behind in my youth
to the open spaces
from which i emerged
through which i will pass
and to which i will go
it was always
supposed to be this way
—
ending up
on a road, willfully predetermined
these empty spaces are
where i trace my lines
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This post was originally published on Medium.com and is republished with the author’s permission.
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