5/14/19

It turns out I am not alone in these sleepy meadows.
Morning breaks and I am astonished at the wonder and peaceful silence it brings.
Yet the wind chills me, and I hold onto myself as a loving friend would.
I often look back behind myself hoping to see a familiar face.
With courage and a deep breath, I continue forwards.
Sometimes I find myself surrounded by others, hospitable only by the kind souls who gift a smile to you as they walk by.
Perhaps my aura is not as frightening to some?
Obsolete, but a welcoming home.

Many have told me my eyes hold the fierceness of the wilderness.
Perhaps they can see the moon reflected in the thick of my iris?
Pouring dreams unimagined.
Always searching for that captivating night.
Where do I go from here?
I am just waiting to hear that voice to whisper back.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of a seeker, one who feels he has a path but has not found it as yet. There is also a sound of isolation, of a need to find the right tribe. Of such are poets made.

[Andre Peterson]

That's an interesting observation. Its all about growing into what I need to become.

[sinNsincerity]

Dam bro, you've painted such a vivid scene to open up, and I adored it. Don't look back.
And how can your vibes not be welcoming, you're a dose of dopeness my dude?

[Andre Peterson]

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.