Elsewhere
Where is elsewhere?I have often been told
its anywhere I an not.
But, is it?
I think of elsewhere and
wonder who is there.
Are there flowers and
trees, hugs, bugs, and
skinned knees?
I have longed to be
elsewhere for much of
my life as if elsewhere
carries with it none of
my current strife.
Elsewhere is nebulous
profound, and alive.
it is a secret place where
no one need hide.
Where all things are
good and everyone thrives.
Elsewhere is a fantasy.
It is mythical and pure.
A place of retreat when
we are unsure.
it is different, delicate,
and deliberately undefined.
Which makes it a place no
one can find.
I think of elsewhere and
I wonder now, could I have
survived without believing
this lie?
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