As tears stream down her
sunburnt face
She wonders if she’ll find her
place
It wasn’t home; that much is
sure
“Far away” just seemed the cure
Now twenty-three, still drifting
‘round
Still destinations remain
unfound
Dozens of faces, dozens of beers
Dozens of phone calls, dozens of
“cheers!”
Yet one single moment, alone in
her room
Reminds her that
settlement—destiny—looms
She counts on one hand the
people that care
The ones that have truly, always
been there
She thinks of some phone calls:
sobbing and tears
Followed by total annihilation
of fears
Suddenly, she wipes off her
tears with a sleeve
And smiling, rises; she fully
believes
That without a doubt, no
worries, no haste
Some day—somehow—she’ll find her
place
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