Reality

There is a moment

When you are in a different country

With no familiar face to see

And you’re just walking

Along the streets of this foreign land

Or along the shore upon the sand

There is a moment

When it feels as if all reality has escaped

And you can feel it start to shape

The person you are turning into

But you still don’t have a clue

You don’t know what tomorrow holds

Or what this world will unfold

Reality is right now

Wherever you are in the world

Whatever you are doing

Even if it’s traveling

Or working in an office

Or at a school

Or using tools

It doesn’t matter because reality is now

What matters is how

You live in your reality

Because frankly

It’s always your choice

You have the loudest voice

There is a moment

When the road becomes a home

The excitement of the unknown

You don’t know who you will meet

Or what you will do next

But as long as you’re out there

With the wind in your hair

All I seem to do is stare 

Off into the distance

And all I see is

Happiness

Awe

Joy

Laughter

It’s these moments

I live for that makes life matter

With all that joy and laughter

Could this really be

What is your reality?

Reviews

[janthsull53]

I enjoyed this piece. Poetry isn't a medium I choose for myself but it was a poet who got me writing and drawing again. It's important to keep our creations posted somewhere instead of on a shelf. Thank you for sharing. janthsull53

[The Traveler]

Thank you, I agree. This is the first time I've shared my writing online so getting feedback for the first time is nice.

[Debbie Barry]

I love your attitude in this poem, and the truth you tell with it. From your words, it is evident that your reality has taken turns in the road, and changed, but you have the wisdom and courage to embrace it. Thank you for using your poetry to give that truth a voice.

[The Traveler]

Thank you very much!

[Debbie Barry]

You're welcome!