Today,
I felt the tides,
A strong wind in my sails,
Pulled relentlessly,
Taking me,
Across the river downstream.
I was moved,
To a new place,
Alone.
My mind bathed,
In my new surroundings,
As labor counted down my hours.
At every turn,
The cold wind struck me down,
The loneliness,
Mixed in with puzzling,
But refreshing sanctuary,
Made me second guess my surroundings.
Why am I here?
I asked my mind,
As my heart still fought to stay home,
Hesitant,
Resistant,
While I slowly learned to anchor,
Like a small sapling,
In new soil.
To be far from comfort,
To flow,
Like the river,
To let fate decide,
"Where to next?"
Looking around,
Everything I needed,
Is here,
And yet,
I think,
I gather,
Images of home,
In my sleep still linger,
Sounds,
Smells,
Softly remain,
Subconsciously present,
As every day I wake up,
Before the sun.
To push on,
To build,
To master a humble labor,
That provides the safety net,
We all seek.
I learn.
And yet,
At nights I quiver.
I sleep soundly after,
And yet,
During the day,
My mind wanders.
At distance,
My heart contemplates,
What is left undone,
Projects unfinished,
Positions left open,
Lives in need of support.
I am aware of these,
And yet... I am here.
Staring through a screen,
Saying an I love you,
As the days come to an end.
Past a microphone,
Through a signal,
Onto its recipients,
I pray I understand,
Why is life here?
I wish to return.
But I can't, not now.
I must absorb.
Breathe in this new world.
So that when the time comes,
I return a better man that what I once was.
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Abroad
PoetryThe purpose of this poetry book is one of defiance. Not to others, or anything in particular. It is against the war we wage internally, against ourselves every day. There is no bigger challenge in life than facing your thoughts, your true emotions...
