Wander (The Traveler's Path)

Isolation is a trying thing.

At first, it's not so troubling,

maybe even worth desiring...

then it brings your world down, crumbling.

If one could only truly know,

those whispers during silent woe;

did they wish your heart to heal, or score?

Were they new or something there before?

Softly, I ask for your implicit trust,

before this weathered heart gives way to rust.

The truth that we forever seek,

lies hidden in the words we keep

closer to us than our scars.

Brighter than the distant stars

shine memories we cannot see coming,

but thank the heavens for their passing.

A picture's worth a thousand words...

those numbers feel so unconcerned

with the pieces jigsawed into place.

The scene, without them all, erased.

Just think about what it's like to be

that detail in the back, unseen.

A portrait, frozen there in time,

yet only known to the divine.

If ever you think you're one like me,

ask yourself with sincerity.

Is it me out here, in this world, alone...

or am I searching still for my proper home?

Author's Note

This is something of a successor to a piece from two years ago: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Sazaku/1838825/

I don't typically offer much in the way of explanation for the writing itself, but the two are loosely tied around the idea of self-exploration, wandering through some internal dialogue to get somewhere new. Hopefully, a better place. So while it has a somber tone, the intent is largely for growth. As a writer, as a reader, as a person... that's up to the self to decide.

I'm slowly getting back into the flow of this. Gaining a little more confidence in my voice, again. Gonna try and ride out this momentum while it lasts.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Human-nature. Never content.
"Is it me out here, in this world, alone...
or am I searching still for my proper home?"
I believe, most of us. Always seeking more. Even if we have enough. Thank you Sazaku for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Chryiss]

Do you mean successor in that it's a remake or sequel? Either way, I enjoyed both poems and how they ended. In this particular piece, I didn't realize that it rhymed until I read it again, but it still had the rhythmic quality. I've never been a fan of overly sing-song-y rhymes, so this poem was just perfect. You used wonderful word choices for the rhymes.
I especially liked "A picture's worth a thousand words...
those numbers feel so unconcerned
with the pieces jigsawed into place."
The personification of the numbers really gave this part character! It came across to me as something like dry humor.
Each stanza builds upon one another, but each seemed to tell a story of its own.
Very nice work!