I am happy in the corner;
a part of it all
but still contently alone
sleeping in a bus cubby
under a downpour in a tent for one
alone in the kitchen
under a blanket
it always felt safe;
never felt protected out in the open
and never trusted myself to protect
…this is why I must force
to push on, to journey on, to explore on
it is all about attempting to put myself in harm
so that I may learn to survive
af
(written with pen on paper)
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