Where I Trace My Lines

 silhouette of anxious man scratching his head

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