My City

This is the city I've been waiting for all my life.
It was so near, and I took so long to find it.
It was concealed under veils of grime and fear and delusion
yet the closer I know it, the more I feel, it is mine.

 

It has not bothered to welcome me
but that hasn't stopped me from feeling at home
I go out alone
feeling anonymous
among the millions
and I can be myself.
And be by myself.

 

I can go to places I want to be
and feel -- not welcome, but expected.
Like an old friend who visits
and makes herself tea.

 

I can go down by the seaside
and stare at the water
so important, this, for my soul.
I don't know why.

 

I can find companionship in unexpected places.
And best of all, in myself...
Where I had almost stopped seeking.