This Is My Journey

This is disgustingly cliche but I don't give a f**k.

Casting, carving, commanding
the air

to guide my glide
to her door, ajar

afar, but I must

keep going

on

because I need her

and I haven't

seen her in two days

more like, two years

the road is long

and I admit it;

I have stopped to have a drink

or two

or three

because the growling ground burns

and my toes roast with the lack

of grip I have on reality

but it doesn't shift

the yearn and the ache

she bakes in my chest

the burden itself

gets heavier on my back; how can it

when all I carry is a

flashlight, for when it gets dark

a jacket, to keep from getting cold

liquor, to make me happy

and a crown

to announce my victory over life

but I get to her door

and I find

that I do not need the flashlight

because she is the light of my life

that I do not need a jacket

because she fills me with warmth

that I do not need alcohol

because I am already drunk off her beauty

and I do not need the crown

because I am a peasant to her royalty

the door creaks

and

I

stumble, 

hopelessly intoxicated

into the arms of temptation.

Reviews

[Riley]

I love this, it is really romantic, and has good use of similes ( think that's the right word... it's early morning my time and I'm awake with the baby so my head isn't on quite straight). And It's so true that when you are away from the person you love, those two days seem like two years, so I'm glad you incorporated that into it.

[Michael G.]

This brought a smile.
Beautiful. Cliche? Who's to say? Most has been said before... but, not by the yearn that has called upon it to speak. It's your love, your yearning... and you describe it well indeed.
You write from your heart first and I like that about you.