Is it wrong to want to revoke privileges handed to me by birth? The glamour and sparkle is a temptation few can resist. Who wouldn’t? After all, it is given at will on silver-plate. There is no need to exude any semblance of an effort. Oh, the delight, a dream come true!
Is it wrong to want to reclaim that which is forgotten? The exhaustion and struggle is a journey few are willing to take. Then again, walking a desert of a muddy swamp is never easy. There is every need to be weary and suspicious of what lays beneath. Oh, the horror, a contemptuous nightmare!
What a fool I am, for treading the dirt. Much more of a fool for the glee I have in my heart. For I have met you and lost you all the same; my memory of comfort, my all reflections and my reasons to love.
A place to belong, a haven for an otherwise yearning soul.
Some of you might think this poem is a longing for a homeland, but I wrote this poem after a friend disappeared from my life; a friend I met unconventionally. I came to the realization that nothing remains the same; that the people who matter come and go in our lives; that the crossing of our paths take different turns, breaking, thus, a bond of friendship and belonging.
Despite the sadness that is felt by the separation, I chose to cherish all the good memories and delight in the fact that I have found, at some point in my life, a place where I felt I belonged. And hope, that one day, I'll find it again elsewhere for there is always a yearning for more!
