My bags were packed weeks ago
But I’ve got nowhere else to go
I put all my thoughts in a slow cooker
My feelings packed into fireworks
My actions fell off the sleigh
My voice stuck singing in someone else’s dream
My stay home entertainment is juggling with the what ifs
What if I loved a little more
What if I hated a little less
What if I went for that adventure
What if I didn’t get so seasick
What if I gave myself a chance to be homesick
Instead of being sick of my home
What if I realized sooner that hoME is wherever I’m with ME?
Another year gone by wasting time on not being okay.
“Getting better” says look on the bright-side
Honesty says I’m on the wrong-side of happiness.
The side that is so dark that the sun sets at 4:30.
Happy New Year says Hopeful New Year
Experience says it will happen again.
“getting better” says I can change
Being whole says I’ll always stay the same.
Time says I need to reach out
Safety says “maybe tomorrow”
I say I can’t rid myself of this perpetual dissatisfaction unless I do something, go somewhere, talk to someone, find a way to say something, or follow some other path
Society says stay home.
My perspective is standing on top of a mountain staring down at the path that I have taken to get to this point
Last year, I walked the same trail and looked down the same path repeatedly
This year, if I lift my head up, and look all around; what view will I see?
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