Whispered Wanderings

Decompression (Tanka)

Brain full of scribbles
seeing, and yet I’m not here.
Watching others pass
not knowing where I should be;
no belief in who I am.

klm
4/2/22

Drifter, revisited

There comes a different kind of storm now,
internal weather of the heart
tossing me, taking me and breaking me
over and over until at last I must make the choice:
become someone new, someone strong
someone I have always known could exist
yet in whom I never dared believe before.
The time arrives (as it does for everyone
each of us on our own time, in our own way)
and I know with more certainty than
I have ever felt…
moving forward, the only direction I desire:
I lift the anchor of a past no longer my home.

klm
4/2/22