I’ve always felt like a gypsy,
belonging nowhere,
belonging everywhere.
I should be hiking up mountains,
rappelling down icy slopes,
sleeping by a river that never shuts up,
squatting on a beach,
digging through sand for bits of glass
worn smooth by the sea.
I should be running in circles
through meadows,
barefoot, wild, laughing at nothing.
But here I am,
sitting on this old, hard chair,
in some industrial office,
tapping away at a laptop.
The world calls,
but I’m stuck here,
typing words that mean nothing,
pretending I’m okay with it.
But I’m not.
I’m just waiting
for the day I finally
get up,
walk out the door,
and keep walking.
My Soul Song
Mo’s Note:
Glad you stumbled in. I love writing poems, reading them too. Every day’s different, so you’ll see that in what I post—sometimes it’s long, sometimes it’s a quick hit. Descriptive? Sure. Rambling? Maybe. But it’s always real.
Welcome. I appreciate you being here. If you liked the poem, leave a 💖 and drop a comment. If my words spark something in you, and you write something because of it, tag me. I’d like to see where your mind took you.
Wishing you a beautiful day, wherever you are. 🌸
I love you!
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Okay then,
See you next Wednesday!
Love,
Mo🧡
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I love how you can write poetry without rhyme, it is not as easy as it seems. For many years I wrote a poem in each of grandchildren’s birthday cards until they turned 18, something they appreciated, and even more so when I put them in a book, together with photos from their birthdays. We still have three more grandchildren to reach 18, I just hope I’m still here to give them their books also, another 3, 4 and 6 years to go.
Your poem so very much reminds me of myself through my 20s. I had no idea then, of course, but my angst, my yearning, my dreams, were what made me who I am today. And I like who I am! 😊
I enjoy being part of your world, Mohika. Thank you, and thanks for sharing my work. That’s so awesome of you! 🙏💚