Lost and found.

Hidden while shown.

Aimless with purpose.

Calm while anxious.

Cerebral and intense.

In an unfamiliar land, I don’t hear my home tongue.
The sights and sounds overwhelm my senses.
Contributing to a simultaneous state of confusion.
Alertness.

–stop– wandering– where did I go?

Confusion endurance.
A goal.

Mixed media.
Art performance.
Teach.
Math identity.

Winter.
Solace.
Home.

I am home yet away.
The sights, sounds, smells,
Ambiance all seem foreign.

Again.
Here I am.
Seeking to feel at home.

To grow.
And to flourish.
She believed it to be possible.

Yet the scale leans toward an inevitable tipping point.

The idea of finding balance remains theoretical.
Head pounding. Body aching. Let the light shine.
Brighter above all else.

I sit.
I wait.
I watch.
I listen.

I profess my inhibitions–core truths–of this trip around
The sun,
a burning globe of light
I carry at my core–seen deep within my soul
If only you gaze into the reflected
Light of my eyes.

Now awakened.
Yet asleep.
Yearning for something.

More.

Less.

Different.

Now.
Be the change you wish to see in the world.
But how–
When chained to expectations that don’t feel like my own.