Worn out sandals.
Breath short.
Heart pounding.
Wallet empty.
Throat dry,
Parched, like something is stuck.
Stomach grumbling.
Eyes hurting
From too many colors.
Too many sights
Screaming for attention.
Too many voices
None of them make sense.
Too much luggage from the past
just dropped at the side of the road.
I don't need them anymore.
I haven't needed them for so long.
I just didn't want to let go.
Gathering essentials.
Lightening the load.
A rebellion of Ghosts scream in outrage.
One of them as persistent and as pestilent
as the new Dengue strain.
But my mind is made up.
This is where my ship embarks.
And the fresh air that greeted
was like an embrace.
Heels cracked.
Arms tight.
Back slumped.
Clouds gather behind me in silent protest.
My whole body has been aching from the long, long quest.
...but I've never been happier,
... never been more free...
