A ticket purchased, a suitcase packed, a prayer,
100 more spoken to the clouds as the aircraft lifts into skies accompanying such words.
A plan being laid out before conception, yet why does the future look so blurry?
We talk about faith, about good things coming if only we obey the bibles words, but what of the certainty that lies beneath us?
What of the prayers we do not know to pray?
The foreseeable, the unknown, yet to be afraid challenges ahead.
The land of opportunities, and dreams more attainable, or so the propaganda says.
Street names foreign, racial slurs spoken, heat that has your lips slurping your oversized, over priced yet somehow favorite material item this month. Water is so cold the ice remains as solid as you refill its cylinder.
Smiles fill your days, and tears your nights, emotions high, isolation unbearable as you call home almost daily, as the names of your loved ones fill your screen and somehow the 3 hours apart seem unreachable.
Job applications fill your screen, letters, contracts, and ‘opportunities’ become overwhelming decisions, new career opportunities, all with large hope, with large promise but which one to choose.
Music fills your ears as your solace is on level 21, you lift weights a feather alike compared to the weight on your shoulders.
Universe, God or simply retaining lines of communication with people whose souls align your own a 6 week class is read aloud, a hand lifts and hope restored.
Writing begins again, for a journey without documentation of the path is simply a pretty picture.
A bed kept warm, his arms find you in the sheets, the coffee fills your nose as the sun rises, the fear subsides and the new life, the new adventure becomes lighter, brighter and a future, always blurry, seems to have an ever present outline shape.
His eyes show a soul, the bigness is not of physical shape but of a joy, one never seen, never felt never known until and through a closeness felt only as arms close around me, heat embeds me and safety is all around me.
