the source:
reason for one’s distraction
out here beyond the familiar, I escape.
ponder what it must be like
to go and wander,
past where bridges lie, and
to a place my feet welcome;
a path unrecognizable to my soul.
my mind allowed freedom
as I see myself pushing back against a warm summer breeze.
nightfall is yet to be seen, yet the week is already before me.
stillness becomes evident, while the sky slowly burns across Midwestern hues.
I sense maybe you’re listening, so
I offer this plea –
challenge me, but don’t leave.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
These words of yours are almost a bookend to the thoughts I’ve had since I’ve been aback in the States. Where you “ponder what it must be like to go and wander…” I’ve been back to my home town a couple times and I sit and ponder what it must be like to lay down roots and revel in a town and place I know so well. 🙂 Nothing like poetry to get a mind moving into dreams…
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Dreams are the best….
The safety of the recognizable brings so much comfort on days where life seems increasingly harder. Yet, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to hearing the call of the wild. To venture out and see where life unfolds next. Inspiration awaits! I truly hope your visit home and to the states rejuvenate your beautiful soul. Thank you for reading me, Mr. Collis.
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