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.
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Author:
Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
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 lives...love, work, friends, everything.
Great writing, skye!
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 🙂
Wise words, my friend
Thank you Devi!
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