Divided

Moving

Divided

I run away every day.

It makes the pain go away.

I always have to return,

but eventually feel the burn.

Why should I leave my home?

For such a strong person I've become a drone.

Where I live is so stale,

I fight it but continue to fail.

Yes there are those who make it better,

but this storm I can no longer weather.

Leaving home behind,

and then just driving blind?

Is that something I can handle.

Or just more fandangle.

Problems will just follow wherever I go.

But I need the warmth and I'm sick of this snow.

I don't want to take away or hurt anyone.

But my life here is just no longer fun.

There are moments I can't deny,

but if I said that's enough it'd be a lie.

I won't give up what I've gained,

but staying here will drive me insane.

I need room to breathe,

but the people I love are so hard to leave.

But I need the sunlight to improve my mood.

I hate the way I always brood.

The sting of sunshine is worth so much more,

than the dark, dreary days galore.

So I leave this land to go to another,

but I will miss you my family, my friends, my brother.

I'll return now and then.

But for now my stay here must end.

I new life I need.

And that new life is a seed.

It will help me grow,

where it just can't here among the snow.

So goodbye to all.

I promise to call.

But I need to go whatever the cost,

if I stay here I'll always be lost.

Reviews

[anonymous]

Nice expression. I found your poem to be open, refreshing, and candid.Thanks.