Marking the way

My skin, my own personal map
marking the way
past directions, I followed them once upon a time

Turn right through pain
go left at loneliness central
head straight through a string of conflicting emotions: anger, elation, disgust
touching on the borders of disconnection:
a brief flirtation before normal transmission is resumed

It sounds bad, I know it does
but in some way, in many ways
I like it as it is

My history – my narrative

Sometimes I have to look back at where I’ve been,
the journey travelled

To appreciate what I have

Being here. Now.

Rachel Studley © 2003