Waiting, Always

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away Not far enough to feel separated Not close enough to feel at home Expected to be home every weekend Or every other week at best.Smothered in love and feeling protected I dreamt to shake free I was away but not far enough Love’s clutch always reached out And wove a net around my wings A net of love for sure But a net nevertheless.One day I flew away On the wings of a giant bird As if it were my own wings A jet in the sky That took me away To a faraway land The other side of the world Literally.Weekly expectation turned to Annual Bi-weekly became bi-annual Free at last to explore on my own With love’s gaze too far to impact The connection had become tenuous The umbilical cord had been cut.Years pass

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ed by Or was it lives? And the longing began Dreams of bi-annual turned to semi-annual Home became sweet home Parting desire turned to homesickness.Love’s clutch became soft hands Reaching out to embrace Welcoming always The umbilical cord had been cut So I thought But was it really?Physical separation No match to the mind’s connection I could not wait to get back.Waiting … Always.Medium curated in PoetryThanks for reading my poem. If you liked it, I appreciate feedback via claps/responses. If you like my work, please follow me and I will follow you back. You can find more of my poetry, articles and books in my <a href="http://tcavenk.me/blog/">Personal Blog</a>.</article></body>

Waiting, Always

Get out, Get Back — A Poem

I could not wait to get out Out of my home Away from family Step out from under the smothering wings And spread my own mighty ones.

I spent a few years away In a hostel, some say a dorm Newfound freedom and newly made friends But the umbilical cord of attachment remained.

My home was not far away Not far enough to feel separated Not close enough to feel at home Expected to be home every weekend Or every other week at best.

Smothered in love and feeling protected I dreamt to shake free I was away but not far enough Love’s clutch always reached out And wove a net around my wings A net of love for sure But a net nevertheless.

One day I flew away On the wings of a giant bird As if it were my own wings A jet in the sky That took me away To a faraway land The other side of the world Literally.

Weekly expectation turned to Annual Bi-weekly became bi-annual Free at last to explore on my own With love’s gaze too far to impact The connection had become tenuous The umbilical cord had been cut.

Years passed by Or was it lives? And the longing began Dreams of bi-annual turned to semi-annual Home became sweet home Parting desire turned to homesickness.

Love’s clutch became soft hands Reaching out to embrace Welcoming always The umbilical cord had been cut So I thought But was it really?

Physical separation No match to the mind’s connection I could not wait to get back.

Waiting … Always.

Medium curated in Poetry

Thanks for reading my poem. If you liked it, I appreciate feedback via claps/responses. If you like my work, please follow me and I will follow you back. You can find more of my poetry, articles and books in my Personal Blog.