The Trip: Prologue
This is my story in pics, in rhymes,
From the small towns, sunny climes,
Through green valleys, turbulent times,
Winding roads and unknown goals.
Small towns, hamlets, idyllic villages,
Which needed anything but exits,
But the hearts wanted to soar,
The minds dreamt and could not take anymore.
Happiness was found, but not comfort,
Goals were reached, but not with ease,
Friends left in the middle of the ride,
Exits were many to the left or the right.
The fire lit us all up, and drove us out,
Away from our homes, our shores,
The trajectories varied, lows and highs
But we embraced and lit up in the same skies.
Like kids, bubbling with joy,
We embarked on our spinning rides,
Young hearts, fresh blood,
Jumped on those, destination unknown.
They promised a ride of joy eternal.
The limits of mortality, never bothered,
Families’ voices reverberated,
Comforting, soothing, every step of the way.
There was a hand every time we fell,
There was light, to light up every dark turn,
There was music whenever there was monotony,
There were giggles at the hint of sorrow.
Grief was alien, loneliness was unknown,
We dipped our heads, and got what we wanted,
Fruit trees lined up the ride,
It was an Eldorado, that’s where we were.
And so many years passed…….
Like a toddler, who knows when things are not right,
So we felt when the ride would not stop,
When we could not hear the voices,
The hands that held wavered.
It dawned upon us, we were lost,
And the ride would not stop.
Jump off the boat and swim back,
Or continue…… at least we had each other.
We planted new trees and sowed new seeds
Voices reverberating, we rolled up our sleeves,
Lit up our homes, our communities,
And kept wading, and wading, to eternity.
What ensues, is life as I experienced,
As I felt, during that (this) ride
Reminiscing, pondering, translating,
What I saw, what I felt, or not.
Humans we are after all, strong and meek,
Spreading our roots across galaxies or the seven seas.
It could be you, that you see in me,
As we dealt with victory and defeat.
So as we gift ourselves and get embraced,
It behooves us to let them know,
Where we are from, what we went through,
In that ride, that bound us with an eternal glue.
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