Growing up surrounded by people

Who sincerely believed

That our small village 

Was all that existed in this world

Was suffocating to say the least.


Am I odd to yearn for a life

Bursting with exploration and adventure?

To hop on a plane 

And watch my home disappear 

Into the clouds?


I can't be the only one

Who chases the calling horizon

And sees the experiences that are waiting

Outside of our comfort zones.


Have you ever heard of anybody

Returning to their comfort zone

After discovering the strength to leave?


I sure as hell haven't.







  • FredPeyer

    What I like about this poem is that it is not limited to the geographical, it mentions the village, the plane as a metaphor only. No, it applies to every aspect of our, work, friends, everything.
    Great writing, skye!

    • skyebellasario

      I hadn't thought about it like that when I wrote it, now I can see how it could be interpreted in many ways! Thank you Fred 🙂

    • DeviLove

      Wise words, my friend

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