Self Portrait
I am a longing for summer,
A sea breeze in a mountain town.
Hoofbeats on pavement,
A misfit wherever I go,
Yet somehow,
I belong.
I am nowhere.
Stay nowhere.
Go everywhere.
Always moving,
A memory.
I leave impressions,
A footprint in the sand,
That never washes away.
Changing as the tides,
Dependable as the mountains,
I leave my trail from sea to sea,
From town to town,
I leave pieces of me,
Shaping who I am as I shape the places I go.
I am not a childhood bedroom,
A familiar swing set,
Rotting in the backyard
Covered in weeds.
I am a fresh painted door,
On some new house,
Always open for change.
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