The Leaving Ballad

I left the frosty New York skyline

on crystalline mornings. I couldn't handle the clarity,

didn't want it. 

I knew there was no place for me:

enmeshed in structure, cold concrete,

humid air - suffocating and cloying.

So I left

in search of a place

as wile as my spirit.

I needed the possibility of the earth moving under my feet,

waves coming in quick and washing me out to sea,

the chance of fire immolating me in my bed.

I needed the possibility of waking to a world

that wasn't the one I was lulled to sleep by.

I needed the possibility of sudden, utter calamity

to keep my soul

utterly calm. 

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I feel we all need to live in a place which matches our soul. I live in the city, but I journey up to the countryside every week or so, just to get a fresh space. A place of calm, away from all the chaos of the city, all of the people & constant movement. I love the city, but it just easily gets to be too much for me at times & I can never be calm if too much is going on or if I feel too confined.