
Torn
I should go, I shouldn’t...I must
Searching flights for hours,
Getting cold seeing the prices.
Was it three times less I wonder?
Packing my bags,
The departure is now.
Bracing myself for lines to customs,
For check ins and luggage haul.
For the right gates and the exits,
Takeoffs, turbulence, landings.
Swelling of feet and numbness,
For close in with the strangers.
Tasteless bland food out of timing,
Shallow drift offs, the stopovers.
Too tired but must keep walking.
Wait turns the time to a crawler.
First flight is not that bad, under two hours.
Second's the worse, maddening nine.
Last is four, last stretch, almost crying.
Cannot argue, the choice was mine.
Seeing my mom anxiously waiting
As she searches the faces, tears running.
Holding me tight to her fragile frame
Whispering: Alas, my baby girl came.
Driving to family home I grew in
Filled with mom’s cooking aroma.
Soft talks, hugs, kisses, tears
Make the long travel worth all over.
Familiar bed welcomes,
And I am slowly going under,
Hearing radio low murmuring,
Hushed voice into the phone: She is here.
Calm, resting, at peace.
Not a thought that would make me worried.
My journey at last is at end.
I made it. I came home.
About the Creator
Natalia Grin
Be informed. Be aware. We can fight the online scam. Together.
Scam fighter//Souls rescuer//Thinker//Researcher
God bless my battle



Comments (4)
Natalia ~ Home Sweet Home ~ - Would love to read more from you - Jay Kantor, Vocal Village Community
I did one of those recently. You perfectly captured the emotions, especially the feet and tears. Returning home after a long while. It felt really great, if a little strange. Much had changed. Absolutely loved this poem.
Sweet poem. Enduring journey! Priceless! 🥰
It doesn’t matter what you go through to see a loved one, once you see them, all the stress and whatever pains you went through to get there flashes away in a blink of an eye… Relate-able write up👍