January 13, 2015

Giving In.

When you move away,
When you move away from home for the first time,
It feels a little like learning to swim.
The adrenaline kicks in, you find yourself
On top of the world for a while
But mostly it’s just drowning.
Sometimes the days go by in a blur
Of friendly faces and one drink too many.
Always a drink too many.

It creeps in on you when you least expect it -
That longing for home you thought you’d banished
Three margaritas ago.
And when you’re hunched up before your computer,
Drowning in music the screams that will not come,
You finally give up struggling.
The waters swallow you whole
And there’s not a damn thing you can do.

3 comments:

Manisha Pal said...

Home is where your heart lies
No matter how much you struggle
It will always beckon you with open arms
To drown yourself in its cosy snuggle.

Rebecca said...

You are not far from home, you are here all the time. It is like going out to University, and you are expected back by all waiting for you at home.LOVE YOU .

Anonymous said...

You have had good times and rough times....You have been loved and accepted at home at all times...everything remains the same here at home....the Love,the warmth ,the hugs and all nice things you find at home