SONYA A WATSON

My footsteps drew a map of where I had been.

The harsh winds blurred the lines.

To weather the storms life had formed,

My soul became restless.

Bouts of listlessness.

With a target painted on my heart,

My body crumbled under the weight of societal expectations.

So there I sat

Under the sun’s fiery rage,

Retracing my steps

And drawing a new map.