Comfort ZoneA Poem by Erin Thomasa poem about how we all say we want to explore and be free and all that, but really most of us won't leave luxury for it
No settled feel, just roiling insides
balancing on borders, continental divides. Hold your breath and watch your step. Broken syllables are to communicate. The line to here, there is no wait. Forget the passport. Grab onto the sport of waiting on answers. Dark sand weighs you back, uneven. There's seasickness and no chance of leaving. So pack your bags, you won't need much and join the Australian, Haitian, and Dutch on this global endeavour. It will last forever. I want out of here, just give me a taste from home, this very special place. Opportunity to explore, we ask for nothing more in a time when infinity is a bore. But when you take that first step, you must hold your breath because that feeling inside as you balance divide is not what you normally feel. No comfort and sick, they're not going to heal. You'll want to bring a bag with a seal. Forget what you know to traipse in the snow. Don't leave a trail. Forget about the mail because when you venture alone, you leave your comfort zone.
© 2012 Erin ThomasAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on August 11, 2012 Last Updated on August 11, 2012 AuthorErin ThomasAboutI'm a student. Contact me if you want to know more. I write for myself (and for my classes when needed). However, I am always looking for ways to improve! more..Writing
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