I visit
A domain within me;
Just mind,
No walls or doors.
Painted by time and
Emotion are landscapes of memory.
I visit,
I visit always,
Every reason but none in particular.
Sometimes I go to cry.
Tears on fields of regret fall
Watering seeds of ‘what-ifs’
that never seem to bloom,
But always present to visit
I visit.
A roundabout of the mind
I turn and turn around
Different horses but the same journey
I start and finish in the same place
I visit.
Sometimes I visit stars
Of missed chances to make my wishes
Sometimes I visit to thank
Ghosts of days gone by
I visit.
This familiar cage,
Which will never let me go.
I carry this place around
Even there on bright days are its shadows.
I visit
Here as a captain and crewman,
Difficult journey through stormy thoughts,
However much I try to find a way back home
But am caught up by drifting currents.
I visit
When I’m lost
In the maze of the present tense.
Sometimes I visit
Hoping yesterday will soon
Become today.
Repeating the same thing
But expecting different outcomes
It is a memory of visiting
I often do.
I visit.
I always visit.
For in visiting, I am,
Both lost and found again.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
