Flow

Through the doorway

To my heart

I find a home

A feeling I like.

A warm embrace

Cozy and caring

I want to stay

Here forever.

A wall at my back

Supports me.

Two walls at my sides

Blind me.

A wall in front

Stops me.

Is it home or is it a jail?

My hands grip the bars.

“Don’t let it change!”

I fall to the ground

Exhausted with fighting.

My home disappears.

Tears follow gently

Like ducklings on the water.

The softness of reality

Doesn’t match our hard desires.

Flow like water, little duck.

Flow like water.

About the poem:

I wrote this poem in a period of transition and change. The self employment program that I was part of was coming to an end and I was applying for jobs all over the province. It is a reflection on the feeling of vulnerability when you are in the midst of change. We can hold onto our desires of what we want but that can create further pain. Going with the flow helps us to stay adaptable and find that feeling of home wherever we go.

Stock Snap Photo by Thomas Muhl