Free, free
Had someone told me the journey back
to ourselves was so long, I would’ve
packed lighter. I passed up three
signs that I couldn’t read
think they were in a different language
couldn’t make out the meaning
did not know how to recall a constant sound
a roll of the tongue, the pronunciation
unbeknownst to me.
Away, Away
Though I am young
I’ve been brave enough to travel alone
in search of myself
in forests, rivers, and savannahs.