Here is comfortable, soothing and warm.
Vivid, colorful and safe from any storm.
There, on the other hand,
is confusing and blurred,
riddled with questions,
where murky thoughts are stirred.
Here, I think, I can control,
there, conjures up
visions of a black hole.
I like the familiarity of now and here,
don’t really want to go from here to there.
But there comes along
like an uninvited guest.
It makes me jump hoops
and go from test to test.
I try on the new world
with effort and care,
but I don’t like this place
of being neither here nor there.
It is unnerving
to not know where I stand,
I yearn for stability
in this shifting sand.
I get busy with turning
my chaos into order,
creating an art piece
with a picture and a neat border.
Some new pieces don’t fit in,
I put them on the side.
Memories still haunt,
I take that in my stride.
Fresh routines start to set in,
new people come around.
I start to find my feet
and can feel the ground.
Anxiety starts to fade
and joys seep in,
life restarts to take shape,
focus and colour creep in.
Fog starts to lift,
I begin to see
I am in the same enchanting forest
but had been clinging to one tree.
As I look back on my travels
from here to there,
a fascinating idea
is laid out bare.
This journey of life
is never from here to there,
it always has been
from one here to another here.