In My Own World

Poetry On A Roll

Like a snake,
I shed skin.
I’m happier when I’m in my element.

In my own world,
it is the one place i can roam around freely
without looking over my shoulders.

I can let my guard down,
and come and go as i please.
The only peron i have to answer to is myself.

written by: Kimalee Jones

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