I'm trying to find my way back.

Friendship

I'm trying to find my way back.

Thirteen and a half years of gray,
A stranger walking far away,
Through foreign lands of noise and stone,
Where I became so much my own.
 
Yet somewhere back the compass broke,
Beneath a heavy, patient cloak.
I left the light so long ago,
Wrapped in a persistent, quiet woe.
 
A map torn up, a fading grace,
I search the mirror for my face.
Where did I leave the quiet mind?
What was the joy I left behind?
 
The things that made the spirit soar,
I haven’t touched in years, or more.
I lived for others, walked their beat,
And lost the rhythm of my feet.
 
Thirteen and a half. The number aches.
It’s heavy work, what longing takes.
I want to cross the border line,
And claim the self that once was mine.
 
To find the peace I used to know,
Before the rivers ceased to flow.
I’m turning back, though paths are deep—
I have a soul I swore to keep.
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  • Tony Grannell

    Hello, Friendship,

    To find one's bearings again after a tumultuous journey proves a strength of character and will power in this exceedingly well composed poem. Excellent!

    Fond regards,

    Tony.

  • arqios

    Good write, Friendship 👍🏻🕊️

    • Friendship

      Thank you

      • arqios

        Welcome 🙏🏻🕊️

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        Friendship, I felt this one. Thirteen and a half years is a long damn time to spend away from yourself. I hope the road back brings you somewhere that feels like home again. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • Friendship

          Thank you, my friend

        • Thomas W Case

          Powerful



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