Wander

I feel as though I wander,

Traveling through a dust storm

Where I see a green grass

Ahead but through the desert

 

And so I travel

Continuing to kick up dust

Flinging dirt into the wind,

All the while promising myself

There will be an evergreen

Somewhere around the next bend

 

Because trying gets so damn hard

Climbing up the crumbling landscapes

Hanging on in the sinking sands

And I tell myself I am strong

But I may have gotten lost in my own land

 

They say Moses wandered the desert

Leading a community of weary souls

Through a dried-out, unforgiving terrain

But he never saw the promised-land

 

And yet,  maybe the journey and the love

For a people who would someday

Have something better

Was enough in the end

 

I’m not Moses in the Desert.

I’m an adult who all-too-often

Still feels like a child

Wishing this quarry would get

A little smoother with time

 

But I’ll keep pushing through the wind

Feeling the debris thrown by my own tempest

Brush against my dried-out skin

Because someday, I’ll be thankful

I kept wandering and searching for a future

I might never reach

But I still see, and hope for, and love.

 

–Written by Sandy Heights

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