Poems of my Mind

Far from home;

Feeling free.

Exactly as it ought to be:

The nights are long,

The mornings wilt,

And with view of sea

I shake the guilt.

Fearsome skies throw sudden change,

Like how the world I roam will tilt

When faced with thoughts that I deem strange:

What odd a feeling colours me,

To be as blue as all I see,

When all this time I have been bright

As blue goes white in morning light.

Not cold as stone, as is the night.

I put behind me fear and blame,

Or so I thought. I may be right

To start again, but there is a shame

In letting go of what I've known

And what they think of me.

All in all im doing great.

Nothing lost I didn't need.

Sometimes to fix you need to break,

Trees will grow from planted seed.

I know inside I will be fine,

Despite the line I cross sometimes

In times like this, but now I feel

I can rest, this good is real.