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.