For years I've been waiting for this day when I'll actually leave my country and go away.
Years would pass and I only work harder, hoping this hard work will never go astray.
I have a family, friends, you name it, everything I've ever wished for.
However, a part of me was missing, like a scattered puzzle that never felt quite whole.
I've always craved more, more than my country can ever give me.
Why couldn't I fit in anything? I decided to go somewhere else to unravel this mystery.
Now 2 years are left, and I'll finally get to finish school and go somewhere else.
And this feeling has slowly started creeping over, I was a homesick person even though my home was around. I longed to find myself.
Too many dreams and goals to be stated. I decided to leave everything behind and pursue this path and road.
And the day has finally come where I was holding my passport and airplane ticket in my hand, and the world to me, oh man it just glowed.
I got on that plane like a lost child, who has finally found his home.
And as soon as the plane started taking off, this homesickness crammed me, and this world I didn't want to roam.
I stumbled upon a different ground, one that was much different from my own.
They say to take it slow, but I didn't just get out of my comfort zone, I jumped out of it that I nearly broke every bone.
My home and family, I looked around but I couldn't find that anymore.
Screw my goals and my visions, I want to go back now to the place I know. I screamed so loud, but in this unknown world, no one heard me roar.
If only I could be a bird for this day and sore, and go back to that known place I was in before.
But I am stuck, and guess what? This child didn't find his home.........
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The Blurred Clear Motive
PoetryA poem dedicated to anyone who left their homes trying to search for who they are and pursue something the love.