Every Single Day

Every single day,

I miss my home.

My home away from home.

Its calling me.

Every. Single. Day.

And as the days sink into nights,

And as the moon continues to cycle,

I shed tears of sorrow,

Filled with pain.

The heaviness from the pain we all share,

And the judgements and rightousness

That we all seem so empowered by,

Needs to stop.

I feel like I am dying,

My soul won't stop crying..

Out.

I feel Gaia getting weaker.

And I know I am here to help save her.

As well as human life,

Because we were never supposed to

Be seperated in such a way,

That tares each other down.

What happened to learning from each other?

What happened to knowing one another,

As one.

The Law Of Oneness,

Has completely lost it's wholeness.

The Laws of the Universe go unnoticed,

And it is killing me.

It is dragging me down,

Back to my true home,

That I ache to be reunited with.

Every. Single. Day.

I am losing hope for this beautiful world.

I feel I am losing sight of the light 

That I can see getting drained off

Of our life and what has become of reality today.

I am in pain,

Because I feel it all.

I am torn,

From turning away,

And going back home.

Who says the art of suicide is wrong,

When sacrifice is maybe the only real way,

To reach the dimension I long for,

Every. Single. Day?

And I know there is beauty in everything,

Including pain.

And shame.

But what are dreams of eternal

And external, worldly peace,

When my wisdom is shut down,

In every place that was supposed to me my home,

In the physical realm?

When is enough, enough?

Because I am growing away from what

I know in my heart,

Could save this dear earth.

And that in itself is a shame.

Because I never thought it would be possible,

For me to feel like truly walking away,

After coming this far,

With the knowledge I havs such a thirst for.

My home is calling me..

I feel myself slipping.

Others notice me leaving,

My body.

And I can't say that at this point,

I would miss what hides,

Behind our physical eyes,

In real life,

Because this life I live,

Isn't where I feel real.

For my third eye,

Precious, unseen eye..

Inside of my true eye,

Is where I feel alive.

Every. Single. Day.

I struggle to stay,

To not leave humanity,

Because of my importance to this century.

But I think it just might be time,

For me to go back home.....

Reviews

[Michael (Letters and Li..]

Jessa, you have some very beautiful lines in here. And the piece has such a great flow and tone to it. It's been a while since I came to visit, but your writing style always stays with me. Coming back to your pieces is like, how you say in this poem, "coming home" to a style that's familiar and comfortable and relatable, yet edgy at the same time. In all of your work, I can feel your emotions battling against each other in every word and it makes for some very beautiful and resonating art. You have a true talent for putting your emotions into words. Keep up the good work, my friend.