On my back I wear
my travel bag,
filled with new hope,
a laptop, and the prayer
of regaining my life,
a little piece at a time.
I watch as the bus pulls in,
big cheesy grin
painted on its back.
As if laughing
at my hopes of a future.
As we pull away, I drift
into a daydream journey.
Watching the clouds,
like I've never done before,
seeing each drop of rain
in a brief
summer shower downpour.
Along the aisle a woman spouts
out a grunted snore, and I'm back
on the bus for now.
The fields so vibrant, colours blinding,
bright greens tie dyed
with oranges, yellows and feint reds.
The blue of the sky
seeping in around the edges.
Until now I'd been locked
in my own mental hell,
a prison cell without a door,
I could have walked out at any time, sure
but my heart couldn’t face the world,
so, it sat in its own drizzly downpour.
Then we arrived
in that famed city.
Where streets are gold,
every story has been told,
and I let my feet
start to pace around.
To find my place in life,
a new life to embrace,
to chase these dreams of mine.
To make the future shine
instead of grimly
staining my vision,
and I started to write it all down
a line at a time.
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