where do i belong?
is it here
or there?
in the places
i have traveled,
the homes
i have known,
the names
i have carried,
the lives
i have lived?
i searched
for belonging
in the eyes of others,
in the arms of love,
in places
that never quite
felt like home.
i learned to bend,
to become,
to disappear
into what others
needed me to be.
and somewhere
along the way,
i had enough.
and i began
walking
my own path.
a stone.
a song.
a brushstroke.
a word.
beneath the layers
of sorrow and joy,
the forgotten
pieces of me.
where do i belong?
is it here
or there?
only to see
i belong
to me.
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