Life long poem

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I watch the world go by,
From my position at its periphery,
I ask each day,
For a sign, a message,
Something to turn the senseless into the meaningful.

My thoughts turn inward,
My being aches with the pain of a lifetime,
And yet I know that I have what it takes,
To push forward,
To be, for just one more day.

And yet I question,
The sanity of our existence,
The waves that throw us overboard,
Into an ocean replete with disaster,
And limitless opportunity.

Do I care to survive,
Or do I rather dive?
Life is an enigma,
So many unanswered questions,
And so many more left unasked.

I stare into infinity,
And wonder if I’ll make it there,
Or, more importantly, will I make it here,
In this limitless existence,
In this endless stream we call life?

I come away with more questions than answers,
But at least I know that I asked the questions,
That I didn’t just live a life of oblivion,
Lead by the blind,
Who so often make up the majority.

I stare up at the sky,
The moon’s shadows seem dark,
Yet the stars, they twinkle,
Highlighting the dialectics of life,
The complexity of our existence.

Although raised to see black and white exclusively,
I broke free,
And learned to see the black within the white,
Likewise, the white weaved through the black,
And consequently, discovered a rainbow of colors.

I ponder the complexity,
Of our seemingly colorless world,
And realize that it’s a matter of perspective,
Some may see black or white only,
Possibly with hints of grey.

There are others, though, who yearn for something deeper,
For something beyond the bleak view,
And they wander,
Discovering unknown vistas,
Unchartered territories that become their own.

It makes me wonder,
When, or if, I will ever reach a place,
That I could call my own,
Will I ever arrive to a destination,
That I could finally call Home?

And then I think about the concept,
That “Not all who wander are lost,”
And I realize that perhaps I am Home,
In fact, I have never left Home,
For, Home is within me, centered in my very being.

I look up at the sky,
And smile that knowing smile,
For, I now know,
That I could sit in the comfort of my own heart,
And feel at home.

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