Treasure Island

RIC S. BASTASA


THE COMFORT ZONE


when i let you go,
when i help you pack your things because you need more space
i simply want to impress upon you that i am easing your pain

my arms are not enough
the skies are bluer and the seas are wider
as always

your hands are too small
you lips have shun away the wonders of smiles

this world is a circle and it is circling even without us
it will keep revolving
even if we want to cease

the pain will always be there and i have learned
to master it
like the way i have kept control about what my arms
can do
about what my eyes can
choose what to
see and what
to imagine

you need to understand some more
and i know who can better teach you

go with the waves and let them carry you to the
navel of the earth
let the winds carry you to the
edge of your world
let there be no ill-feelings
let there be memories
let them be children who shall give you tiny voices
urging you to find
home

Submitted: Thursday, February 07, 2013
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