The Wanderer

Carving your own path is terrifying, but the other option is worse.

He left his home at the turn of an age,

His family shed no tears, his soul empty of rage,

Chased away, rather then left by design,

Alone he would march, followed by the moon's lonesome shine,

At first he felt heavy, and then his steps grew light, 

Nothing lasts forever, not even the loneliest of nights,

All that he loved, all that he knew, 

The place he was born, the place where he grew,

But some things were just, not bad nor were they good,

They were the way that they were, just as they should,

One could not argue with the traditions of the past,

And to leave his home alone, he would not be the last.

Stars showed him the way, crickets sang to ease his pain,

There was no time to mourn, there was so much to gain,

Look behind he did not, 

For he knew it to be for the best,

This was not some cliche, nor was it some test,

A new home awaiting to be found, eventually he would,

It might demand a fight, but he knew that he could,

For when you grow old, home lessens in size,

it is then you must leave, it is then you must rise.

His mane was yet thin, and his neck did not hide,

But he would carry on, one day he will make his own pride.

His eyes remained calm, though his heart was boiling inside,

What if there was no hope for him? What if everyone lied?

A shake of his head, a thrust of his paw, a grin on his maw, a tail in his tow,

This lion will search the world for his path,

And the world will embrace the lion tightly, close to his heart. 

Author's Note

I usually write stories that are not directly about me, or my feelings,
But someone told me it's good for your soul.
I'm leaving home, not today, not tomorrow.
But I'm leaving for a long time.

Moving to Australia, for quite some time.
I guess I just wanted to share how I feel.

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

I love how you write LM. I love your prose and and I love your poetry. The mixed emotions came through really strongly and I feel actually very excited for you. What an adventure! I love these lines:
But some things were just, not bad nor were they good,
They were the way that they were, just as they should,
Very emotive writing LM. Your rhyming style is spot on the way you use the language to show us a story and make us feel the emotions makes it so much better! Brilliant! :)

[LastMonth]

Thank you for the review Adronicus. It's appreciated,
I'm glad you liked that line, I was very happy with it as well.

[Chris]

Sometimes we talk through behind our eyes what we can't say at a kitchen table... and sometimes the silence is just as heavy when we've no one else to speak it through ...with.

[LastMonth]

Truer words were rarely spoken.

[AliciaB]

This took on a whole new layer of meaning after learning the inspiration behind it. Moving to Australia - wow! Congratulations, best of luck, and I will be praying for you. I am about to enter a similar period of transition in my life, so I can relate well to this poem. You've captured the crazy mix of emotions quite accurately. There's acceptance, determination, fear, sadness, and a whole host of other feelings swirling around and playing off of one another. I really like the image of the lion that comes into play near the end of the poem, especially with the super cool picture you included. Great work, and once again, best of luck!

[LastMonth]

Thanks for stopping by Alicia. Best of luck to you as well.