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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.
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The Road Was My Own

Into the forest..
As I walked..
The trees looked down at me.
I could see..
My feet chasing the ground.
Soul stretch …
Was the naked sketch.
Of voices that surround.
The unsaid words..
That I never heard..
Was a fleet filled with birds.
Childhood hugging…
Falsehood bugging..
Left inside..
Was the sweat trickling below..
Making an attempt to sort narrow..
But forever shallow.
Defining virtue..
Over needy leaves…
Tip toeing into dry crumple..
Stumbled on a stone..
While thunder erode..
Refusing the turn..
As eyes got wet..
Took the wrong road..
That I went alone..
Was definitely my own.
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