I’ve been working my way out of this maze,
there’s been times when I’ve just been walking;
pretending to want to find a way out.
Trying to try without much effort,
halfhearted steps to escaping something I call home.
Now I’m making moves,
using my lens to better understand,
I’m learning there are ways to make this work,
it isn’t that I need to leave the maze,
it’s that I can learn to cope when being lost gets too much.
Here’s to making distances,
walking down beautiful pathways
just to find dead ends I need to turn back on.
I don’t know when I’ll get out,
for now I’ll try to love the journey.
-Alex W. (first draft)