On Departing.

a story of sorts.

the tracks and scenery change like a kaleidoscope,

how much has he left behind this time?

though it seems like impatience, its longing.

a longing to be where heart belongs.

 

he holds no hesitation, just mild guilt.

one could say that each time this happens,

he leaves behind another piece of himself.

don't we all?

 

but we all have our moments.

when it seems as though nothing good can come of what you try to make.

when you just want to go home.

but where is home when all you leave behind gets lost in the fineprint?

when all you want is to rest without stress,

will you watch the tracks change again?

 

he tends to find comfort in the solidarity.

the "clean slate" kind of freedom.

he takes with him memories of what could be, and keeps it close to the chest.

when you're able to call the road home, can you stay at ease?

 

there are times when the only feeling to have is anticipation.

but remember and pay close attention to what you're attempting to prove.

when the trust you need comes with heavy caution,

don't disappoint.

 

but we all have our moments.

when it seems as though nothing good can come of what you try to make.

when you just want to go home.

but where is home when all you leave behind gets lost in the fineprint?

when all you want is to rest without stress,

will you watch the tracks change again?

i'm  going home.

now pass me the flask.

Reviews

[bree]

i quite like this, it's very different. i can really relate to it and i think that is just lovely. i love the simplicity of the ending! well done!

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A very well written poem. You have a nice talent for choosing words. Good job. Thank you for sharing. Debileah