I have a love window, not a door. I am longing, but closed off. I want, but I don’t allow. I am a...
Poem: Somewhere Here
Even as I sit here now,
it's like imagining a pink elephant.
No matter how hard you try not to,
you want to.
It calls to you.
Even as I sit here now,
my mind starts to wander—
just as my heart does daily,
my soul hourly,
my spirit every second.
"Don't go somewhere else,"
yet that is all I wish for.
I am tricked by false comfort,
yet I long for the opposite.
I want to explore. I want more.
"Don't go somewhere else,"
yet I often wonder:
was I ever really here?
Where is here, really?
It must be somewhere.
I long to feel the many Earths
underneath my feet,
to be someone new
each day,
in the hope that one will find
this empty jigsaw's missing piece.
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