Walked until I was the path.
Kept walking, forward, away; towards me away from you.
Away from here, this place that felt like nowhere.
I felt more at home everywhere else.
I was myself: even lost, I was free.
singular, lone though too young to be.
Out in that wide world, a small girl who stood tall.
Without your false walls
that were never home
I built my own.
I was too young to be that damaged,
too fresh to be [de]spoiled,
too new to be toiled.
Walking until my feet would bleed, into
a huddled mess crawling on my knees
on a path that led to nowhere.
Broken: I became nothing to no one...
Feeling trodden in a moment too desperate for misery,
I became the path
and realized that everywhere I had ever been,
where I am and am ever going is exactly where I'm meant to be.