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Far From Home

“I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly.
I’ll do what it takes, till I touch the sky.”
I am not used to ranting anymore. Words that came quite easily to me earlier don’t anymore. For a long time, I have been trying to write. Something. Anything. This is what I came up with.

Far From Home


When I look inside the navy cloak,
I see the scared eyes,
Searching for something to hold on to.
And the smile waiting to break into a grin.
Proclaiming the arrival of a new beginning.
I hear the innumerable songs of flight,
Of love, friendship and success;
Sung with girlfriends during the nights.
The hands that were held so tightly,
As the feet walked uphill:
Bruised by stepping on stones,
That perhaps slowed their speed,
But never made them retreat.
I can feel the warm embraces
Through words, thoughts and gestures,
That made the journey worthwhile.
The reflection in the ocean,
That which is scared and ecstatic,
Smiles as I remove the cloak away from myself,
And step out to embrace the new light,
I know that the person I am,
Is because of the person I have been.
I look at the far away horizon
And grin having taken the next first step towards it,
Knowing there will be many more.
With the cloak I hope I let go.
All that I wouldn’t need in the journey ahead,
Because I am far from home
And not yet reached the horizon.


Looking forward quite excitedly towards a new adventure.


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