Uncharted
They left me there
An island of uncertainty
Surrounded by miles of ocean
Yet to be marked on a map
Left undiscovered
Each wave crashing against the shore taking me away
Piece by piece until I am no more
But I can only be me
Maps are ancient artifacts passed down from generation to generation
A massive colaboration spanning across the centuries of those who have come before us
Giving us a new perspective of the world
We made them so we could remember where we had been
So I can remember I am a girl born in the Appalachians who was swept to the Rocky Mountains
So I can remember I am from tire swings and sleeping out on trampolines
From a small town that seemed huge from my blue eye point of view
We made them so we wouldn't be lost
But this is hard when I tend to get lost inside myself
When rivers have cut valleys so deep those parts of me will never be the same
When my thoughts are connect the dot constellations that I can't project high enough in the sky for others to see
When there are countries inside me that begin to collide
Shaking and shifting
And just when I feel the Earth begin to crack open
That is when the words come out
We made them to help us find the right destination
So I know it's ok there are parts of me that are meant to be untamed
That open highway crisscrosses my skin and it is a road for others to travel down
And they may leave scars but they will act as landmarks so I know where I am going
So instead of asking "how did I get here?"
I will be there to savor every moment
She asked us to draw a map of our lives
When she should know maps may give us a new perspective
But it is up to the cartographer to decide if we will see the truth
I said no
Because I am no longer an island
I am the world
The seven wonders kept inside me
A body full of bones, lungs, and a heart
A mind full of books I have read
And people I have met
And words I have said
I am the world
And you cannot define me
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