Finding Home

April 7, 2008
By Victoria Kaczynski, Medford, NJ

I was once lost.
In a thick layer of haze.
Unable to seek my way out.
Crying in spite of myself.

Everything I had once knew
Failed to please me in the end.
A life that was meant to be worth it;
Completely took me off guard.

I am running now.
Not from something or somebody else;
But from myself.
I don’t want to belong to this world

Just let me fly.
High above the seas.
In a place where
Blind men can see.

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