Thailand Awaits

The rumbling and the roaring
Of my own insides
A hunger for calm and sanity
Expecting bumps and bruises
And only getting adventure

Travel brings a curiosity
Roaming imagination
And endless mindscapes
Of the things that are new

I will see beauty
I will smell sweetness
I will hear melodies
I will think of you

I take people with me when I travel far away
And they see what I see, touch what I touch
You will be ever present, my dear
And when I return from the land of smiles
You will remember everything

Unexpected

Something jolts me awake
A dream, a lingering wisp of smoke
Lacing my thoughts with haze
This unexpected feeling
An unwelcome guest

My brain manifesting truth
Incited by my own imagination
And the wait until the unknown
Becomes the known
Creating holes of black within me

Somehow my legs cave in
I'm learning to stand up
All over again
I stumble, I cringe
My insides twist and shout

The unexpected
Only leaves you
Expecting more

It's Not Love, Is It?

The skin on my arms turns into goosebumps
Hairs stand on end
It starts in my hips and works it way
Out of my tear ducts
It's then I understand that my heart
Is deeper than I thought
Growing roots within myself
Where once I had thought the darkness too bleak
A foreign feeling
Like that of a numb limb waking up

You are forever walking towards me
I can allow myself that image
That one small wave of contentment
Because it remains
If only to feed these growing roots
Breaking through the stubborn soil of my insides
My breath becoming the leaves of a giant tree
I shade myself under the canopy
I've created for myself
From the seeds you helped me sow