I Stepped Outside Myself

I Stepped Outside Myself

I put on a sweater and a coat and a hat
And stepped outside myself.

Yes, I’d been outside before,
But never more than an arms length away

I’d been beside myself, many times,
But rarely outside myself,
And when I looked back
I saw a rather quaint, a bit old-fashioned,
A closed in gingerbreadhouse

kind of place.

But once I’d stepped outside myself
just far enough I couldn’t walk back

through that door again
though it seemed so dreadfully safe.

I walked away.

I was glad for the accoutrements as it was cold outside
and the wintry mistiness made everything seem so hazy.
Looking back I wondered if I would ever find myself again.

I shivered, and moved on.