Home as I'll ever be

Wanted a worthwhile scenery seamlessly
but had the symbolism of a bad metaphore
too literally
to be the subject of anothers gaze
I changed, able to let go
what I would find
I'd be amazed

tables turning. my ambitions burning.
ashes stirring from what was

 finally learning.
while my ego softened from the blows of mistakes.

Now careful not to get my hopes up
 high I failed to fly

and the ambitions that were

 only suited me as envy and lies

Naive I believed that adventure would be awaiting.

 If only deserved

to belong with shouts of laughter, company trusted,

In my life good things could not be found or

 worth saying.

My spectrum of perception

 emptiness yet could not see the 

reasons for my complaint.

My ability to change made clear and plain. Faint. 

 Till there was nothing to hold on to

 did I start making for

 a way that lead to life.   

What was out of reach never seemed what it was worth.

and what it would take to solve my burdens, 

If only I searched

Thought I had potential for greatness,

Now more like what seemed so unique.

Earth

Once was careless, unconcerned.

Considerably selfless

 better lead me out of

the generations mislead and unwise. 

I no longer could reach up

to raise expectations to ever grow up

 with the grace that once filled my eyes.  

a forgotten life, a future sitting with mostly unappreciation.

Once was

     the abundance of worth, a man at work

 to see the trees that made up a forest

 I once saw home filled with lessons learned

 In the light of being not so alone.

When expressions were grandiose, ocean waves came back hitting full force

 was well worth the fight, given not a rivalry but receiving, preservance of light.

the mud while

 passing through the rain in days of retributions appearing.

 Mistakes came to light and with it drained what was my standards of life.

 to know I can feel alright.

Sarcasm and pettiness no longer insues

to know I can be happy for someone else, recognizing the familiarity of what its like

to have felt more alive.

If I'd continue with my word 

and I won't grow old without the seasons blossoming.

Memories of leaves falling

 in the midst of being alone.

Reminded of beauty rather than what turned to insults and injury,

 The detriments of what I had made a part of my home.  

 replaced with the hope that I heard in laughter

as the scenery reflected in an ordinary day.

the one I'd like to remember the most.

I'll see the day of walking by a tree and listening

a reverie prose of simplicity

being enough

to belong

seemlessly, long and far removed from any meaning

 but

  filled with a delight

 of trees as I let go of hold on to its leaves

and honored by the drops of rain as I pass underneath 

Satisfied as I'll ever be

and home as I'll ever be

Reviews

[NicolinaJade]

Beautifully written. I really enjoyed the detail and descriptions. You are a very talented writer.