Unpacking my luggage,
My emotions,
& the memory of those I hold dear –
Trying to get back to the rhythm
Of the life
That I allege to be living here.
Unpacking my souvenirs,
My apprehension,
& my lingering bursts of fear,
Trying to feel
Like I’m close to you,
Even while I’m holding you near.
Unpacking my gifts,
My smiles, my doubts,
My misgivings & regrets.
Trying to hold onto the Hope
That the best
Hasn’t happened yet.
Welcoming myself “Home”
With a promise,
& a sigh.
Trying not to dread
Tomorrow,
When we’ll again be saying goodbye.
Kaylen said:
You are an amazing writer..I love your poems so so much💗🌸
Laura R. H. Markis Johnson said:
Thank you so much! These are all so sporadic, but it feels good to have them somewhere, and I’m so glad that you enjoy them.
Kaylen said:
I completely understand…thats how it should be: write when you get the inspiration. Write to get inspiration.