Between Places
I opened myself this week,
a week of different voices,
different stories,
different places.
Unsure of what I would find,
I gave myself to vulnerability,
letting myself feel
anything other than the darkness
that follows me.
I found myself in places I had never lived,
learning cultures I had only seen from a distance.
I was given stories
close to their hearts—
our little secrets.
I saw joy,
I saw pain,
and I gave a piece of myself to that.
The people I find myself closest to
are far away,
and I wonder
why I call this place home.










