There's a vision with my eyes and with my touch.
But I smell home, I can taste it, I can hear it all the same.
I walk in the city I am in but feel disorientated.
How can I be in two places at once?
My soul is home, and wandering,
My physical vessel stands here,
Eight thousand miles apart.
And somehow, my senses say that I am here but I am also there.
My friends and family back home,
They miss me ever so dear.
And here, I have made friends...
Who will miss me as soon as I disappear.
In death, people live within the hearts of others.
During life, each person makes their mark on each other.
Can that part of their soul, the memories that they make...
Is it possible to have a bond so strong that what each sense is sensed by others?
I can smell it, the air back home.
The taste of the food-
A warmth in the air-
I can sense it.
I can hear it.
I am there.
But with my eyes, I know my place.
Across the sea, thousands of miles away.
Reality of the absence of my hometown is concrete with my touch.
It presents a visual effect that I must accept.
However, that does not mean I am not there.
For it is true, my soul has lingered home while I have banished my vessel here. -
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September 21, 2018
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A Barrier Meant To Be Broken
PoetryA journal of a young adult with a dream. This book contains poems and collected thoughts of their journey that started April 25th, 2018. At the age twenty-two they find themselves stuck between cultures, and more than two.
