Where I Trace My Lines
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
