The Map of Fifty-Seven
Anonymous no more— Why hide the fractures in the glass? The light shines through the cracks, you see, As all the decades pass.
I am "just a girl," I say, With a smile and a quiet sigh, But fifty-seven years have taught me How to look the world in the eye.
Today the clock begins anew, A milestone on the shelf. I’m tired of the mask I wore; I’d rather be myself.
I need to find the hidden Why, The logic in the soul, Before the final curtain falls And the restless waters roll.
So let me pack a heavy bag With questions and a pen, For travel is the only key To finding who and when.
The road is calling out my name, Past the borders, past the fear. I’m finding pieces of my mind, And they are finally becoming clear.
-Sarah Curry aka Ana Oma Moose
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