This should have been week 2, but I got these two weeks mixed up, it doesn’t matter. The prompt was to write about a journey. So I thought about a journey in search of happiness, I thought about looking for what is already inside oneself. I’ve spent a lifetime looking for love, acceptance, reassurance, all in the wrong places because I was looking for these things outside myself. So I wrote about going on a journey looking for what you already have. Does this make sense? I hope so.
I set off on a journey, hunched
by a heavy baggage. The path
wasn’t smooth nor wide. Nor
was it certainly, without obstacles.
I trekked up and down hills,
mountains. Crossed over
bridges – short, long, straight,
winding, firm and wobbly. Often
I turned around, often
I stopped to rest, often
I looked back wishing
I had never left home.
I’d been on the road
far too long, longing for home.
But when I stopped looking back,
I learned that I had arrived already.