I’ve traveled up and down
my crooked axis of self,
so many times,
trying to find my way back,

I’ve traced
a worn footpath along
my marrow of soul.

I wish I could say,
I know it so well
I could walk it in my sleep,
but it always keeps
shifting shape.

Changing.

Trying to become
something more
than what it was.

Some creature with
endless wings.
Who soars so high
above the clouds,
that someday she realizes-

she was meant
for so much more
than weary feet.