Poem: Where Am I

Where am I?

Why is the place so familiar, yet it feels so unsafe?

A valley where all my hopes and dreams have come to lay.

The stream of the river lives by my feet.

I try to move, but the shackles of my life keep bringing me back.

I want to push forward, but I always end up getting knock down.

When will I be able to get over the hill that so many seem to already have climb?

Have I reach my destination?

A place that I do not like, but must stay to try?

I want to be something that simply does not seem to be.

I guess it will just be me.