Homesick

Rummaging through my closet
I'm searching for my seven-league boots
Mirroring my struggle to get to you

I'm a bird on the window sill
From the outside looking in
And it's the closest I can be

I'm the winged seed that fell too far from home
I fear that my roots will grasp too firmly to the ground
That I can't go back to the roots of my childhood

I've turned everything associated with you
Into amulets and charms of sorts
So I can be safely guided home.

Published: October 11th, 2010

Weary

I feel like a wanderer
Walking relentlessly
To an unknown destination
Through deserts
Over harsh mountains
Cold seas and unforgiving oceans

And for what?

Escape

I want to run away
To a place
Where no one can find me.

Empty

Is when you can hear
A drop of water
Moving through the air
As it plummets onto another surface
As the impact explodes
A deafening boom

And that's when
You find loneliness
As your companion.