where are you from
they ask
not here
i say
so far?
they inquire
sometimes
i think
because cornfields feel millions of miles
away from concrete
and there are no stars
in the city
i left and looked in my rearview once
maybe twice
at the place
that raised me
and taught me
that you should be quiet
and marry a boy
on the football team
and settle down
and be happy
and i didn’t listen that much
and i chased my own stars
and ran from those fenced fields
and minds made up
toward something i couldn’t see
and i’m happy here
without the boy
or the quiet
or the settling
but i will tell you
sometimes i look up
and i do miss the stars
Author: Olivia Adkins
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: 22-year-old creator, writer, wonderer, student, avid shoe-wearer.
Link to social media or website: http://livunapologetically.com
