​To go far and be free

I dream a distant land, liberated from the shackles.

Feel terrified, scared of people’s stares. Unsafe even in my own skin.

Can’t speak what I urge, can’t listen to what I wish— bound even in choice.

So, relocate to a place where I can restart, where I am a stranger, even to the winds drifting from the past.

Where I can be — myself, for a start.

— Vagary