The Bearings of My Soul

Mountains scrape the sky

And lushes green needles stick out against bold snow

And I want none of it

I want away and out

I want the buildings that scrape the sky

But slowly

The longer I live here

The more I want the mountains and vivid green needles

I want to be lost in a forest

In a small cabin

Surrounded by books

And tons of free time

For writing or baking

Maybe with someone

But probably alone

So I can be free 

Like a Blue Jay in the sky

Or the trout in the river

And I’ll never be sad

For I have the imagination of a writer

And the heart of an introvert

And a bookworm