I wish I could just fly away, to anywhere but here
To be somewhere else, to live something new
where filling my senses, is long overdue
To be swallowed up, by the immense high
of watching new cultures and people go by
To walk in places where no one knows me
embraced by the warmth of anonymity
To be where opinions don’t really matter
no daily grind, no mindless banter
To get on a plane is really living
while the time in between is merely existing
To faraway places I can only imagine
feeling alive, in the midst of the action
But to end up here, of all places we searched
in the hollow trenches of mother earth
To accept my fate, or greater plan still unclear
not sure I have strength to conquer a new frontier
I wish I could just fly away, to anywhere but here
Welcome to my winter count
16 years ago
5 comments:
Oh Lynn I have to tell you that reading this piece on the Sunday of March Break really touched me. I have been feeling sorry for myself that I seemed the only one who wasn't taking off for some sunny southern place. For a minute you took me there - thank you.
Lynn,
I really like the flow of this piece. How right you are that there is so much waiting out there. So many places to experience. Something tells me that you will get there!
Sarah
You have the strength! You worked on this poem, Lynn, and the time you invested was worth it. Thanks! Fine writing....
I think everyone can really relate to this. At some point or another everybody wishes that they could just get away for awhile. You give some really solid examples of 'other'. I think this piece has a nice smooth flow, gently taking the reader from one idea to the next.
Thank you for allowing us to dream of all the possible places we could go. I was captured in your place. Beautifully written.
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