I stare at the ticket in my hand
And the backpack at my feet
And I think to myself:
I don’t go to find a job
Or begin my career—
That can come later, perhaps
Whatever that might be.
Instead I go to lose myself–
And to find truth.
To soften parts of me
I didn’t realize
Weren’t bone.

The reader brings his or her own experience to the poem and creates meaning. Here is my experience:


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