I envy the salmon, who simply journeys home when it's time. No matter where she may be, she knows the way home, she just knows. I too want to go home, back to my security, to my peace, to where I am somebody's everything. I just want to go to that place and curl up into fetal security. But how does one go back to a place that never was?
I love the image you chose of a fish out of water. It causes me to imagine a child expelled from a mother's womb, a person who feels that the don't belong among their school. The first stanza here is exceptional. Very affecting poem. It makes me want to write more of it, which is interesting since I've recently sworn off writing. LOL
That is the conundrum. We crave what wasn't and we want it back. Your analogy of the salmon is not lost on me...they go home but it is for the last time.
I love the image you chose of a fish out of water. It causes me to imagine a child expelled from a mother's womb, a person who feels that the don't belong among their school. The first stanza here is exceptional. Very affecting poem. It makes me want to write more of it, which is interesting since I've recently sworn off writing. LOL
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