Guideposts, street signs,
lines drawn on maps.
Distance travelled, lessons learned
visible in the blisters on my feet.
Motion has been constant, endless
needing something more.
Searching, aching, wandering blindly
without anywhere to go.
Never enough, am I ever enough
for this to be where I stand.
Needing so much, I am bleeding so much
that the lines on the map are now blurred.
I have no idea where I’m going now
only memories of where I’ve been.
The only path visible leads me away
I can’t go back there again.
The wheels are spinning wildly
as clouds of smoke fill the air.
The anticipation of scenery’s change
sitting still I am riddled with pain.
In this desperation, this moment of need
to do something but no knowing what.
This is the time to quietly stop
and silently sit back down.
Cradle myself in the moment
in the comfort of this wishing chair.
Wrap myself up in its warm soft embrace
and sit for this moment in time.
Maybe the wandering can stop for awhile
until I know what I’m looking for.
Until I can fill the emptiness that tears at my heart
until I can call the place I am, home.
* For dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight ~ Week 21 *