The longest journey, sometimes,

Is to open the gate and walk past

The time, distance and pain

Trickling from our face in vain

Making indispensable into irrelevant.

For building a tomorrow that is bolder,

Leaving the beauty to the eyes of the beholder

On my way here,

I found the buried sorrows

Sheltered and watered,

To become trees blossoming from sipping tears

So, forward I move

Making place for new and naive.

Meandering and evolving

Until the soul departs.