I thought I could leave it all behind
at the airport in my hometown.
I thought I could shed the sadness
the overwhelming thoughts and
the dark shadows that loom within.
Foolishly enough, it even crossed
my mind that maybe a journey
to the other side of the world would
cure me once and for all.
But no —
It followed me on to the airplane.
It was right behind me as I sashayed
Down the Old City cobblestone streets.
It was with me at sun-kissed cafés
and on evening walks along the Schuylkill.
And now I know what it means to be a weary traveler.
It has nothing to do with the miles under my feet
the storms that nest in my soul.
#Far From Home #poetry #photography #reflection #mental health