I am living away from my home, and my surroundings are unfamiliar. A heavy kind of homesickness fills my heart.
Often, I feel restless, and my thoughts wander.
I wrote this recently…
I feel heavy.
My atoms have forged
By design.
This shape is unfamiliar.
I did not mean to be disastrous.
…
I feel thick.
Melted against the fire
And burdensome.
My thoughts travel
In repetitious motion.
…
I feel restless
To drift lightlike
And through the air
Unfamiliar.
I did not mean to be so famished.
Shelley Rae Bell
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