I left that place,

That people don’t leave.

I left alone.

I traveled a long time,

I saw.

So many people I met,

I learned.

And it’s not that I don’t love,

It might be too much.

Then long last,

Past the place

Of what I was made of–

And the deep thorns in my feet,

And the god I believed in,

And also the one I never knew–

Anyway, there weren’t maps for those lands,

And here, beyond it all,

I am.