A poem about how ‘traveling’ can give us respite from our problems, however they will always be there waiting for us…
The Pause – The Return
Turbulence and hurricanes can be left, when enough distance is travelled.
Wounds, imprinted and kept, though enough distance is travelled,
Mountains and seas grow larger, as troubles become the never after,
Sins – rich enough to darken the shadow of Lucifer fall, loosed chains off the beast.
Dreams – big enough to ‘arc en ciel’ leading over chasms, can dwarf – sweetening taste and the feast.
Irrelevant shimmer across the landscapes, the diamond dust of a drought.
Drinking deeply from the savanna, forgetting the desert princess you feel without.
Journey’s trickle – an hourglass reset, return to all that was said, the time before the end.
Pain stares you in the face, platitudes are the waking seconds, dread resides within the mistakes.
Corpses gather – the wronged ones know, forgiveness breathes life, sorry – the mesh of the amends.
Footprints fade, haunting memories of freedoms flaunt – lost health to your cells, the toil – the mistake.
Contemplation of retreat, reversing birth does not mean to die, can you leave never, not after,
By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh
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