When I think about the next year, I don't see myself here.
I find myself at home, working, like I was before I came here.
My Sun is with me and I see her Grandmother too.
Her father is home occasionally and we drink the night to be sound.
It takes me a while to get the house straightened up but in time, I'm able to recover it into an adequate sense 'standard'.
I'm back at my old job, and my traveling craving has been quenched, for now.
I begin to wonder as these thoughts go through my head...
How long will it be until I feel that I don't belong again?
--
3.20.19
YOU ARE READING
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.
