finding myself millions of miles away
how often I look to the stars for answers
even as a child sitting on front porch step
sadly confused what had brought me forth
here in this house of merriment and madness
passage of time often blurries the obvious
blending permanence with imperfect escapism
scrapping together true change from within
hitching magic carpet ride to nearest galaxy
temporary visitations have become the norm
familiar faces nothing but a distant memory
could it be I long to return to the womb
desperately desiring to be born again
november two thousand eighteen
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I also look towards the stars for answers. Beautiful poem my friend.
such a wonderful place to look for answers ~ thank you very much, Nyx!
You’re always welcome my friend
Love this poem, especially the last line.
thank you for visiting and sharing your thoughts on this piece
You’re welcome, it was a pleasure to read
Imagine the impact this has on me as I sit in the nursing home with my mom. She can’t move her body, and she can hardly speak at all.
Very touching piece.
I’m sorry to hear this, Shawna. Praying for your mother. All my best.
I often feel this way. 💕
Hello Tosha ~ thanks so much for stopping by and commenting on this piece!
You’re welcome. 💕