Place of My Own

I long for a place
Where my feet don’t itch
My mind doesn’t lust for new horizons
My heart doesn’t beat on the wrong rhythm

I long for a place
That’s mine
That I can do with as I choose
And not beg permission first

I long for a place
Where the days aren’t gray
The rain doesn’t stream endlessly
And the ice doesn’t shimmer like cold diamonds

A place
Where the sun warms you even in winter
Where waves crash on rock in an endless struggle for superiority
Where azure stretches out ahead and emerald rolls behind

Where my heartbeat isn’t sad

But
I haven’t found it yet.

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