Send me on a journey
to nowhere,
a one-way ticket
out of here.
Home I carry with me,
so it doesn’t matter if I return.
Coming back this way
might be more painful than the leaving.
Knowing not where the path
will take me,
seeking new adventure ahead,
finding fresh roads to walk
can heal a tired and wounded soul.
Time travels with me,
leaving behind distant memories.
Shelter can be found in unexpected places,
where discovered doors
open worlds of possibility,
and welcome a weary wanderer.
I love how the poem feels like a journey itself and moves from line to line like from place to place. These two lines say so much:
‘Home I carry with me,
AND
‘and welcome a weary wanderer.’