Tonight's Poet Corner: I Want To Go
I Want To Go by Belinda Roddie I am trapped between the wall of fortitude and the corner of comfort. I feel the need to travel, but it is as if everything holds me back. I know that exploration does not come with security, and vice versa. But I do know this: I want to pack my dreams in a bottle and drink them, so they may become tangible in a crisp, cleansing tonic. I want to bring a group of friends with me on a road trip to the edge of the world, never mind the fact that the globe is not flat. I want to sleep under the stars with kiss marks on my cheeks and chin, my love beside me, sleeping as the constellations open up their arms to me. And I will be frightened, but in the best, most invigorating way. Fear is different than anxiety. Hope is different than ambition. Bravery, more than anything, is different than venom stewing in my stomach. I want to go home, and yet I want my home to be a million contrasting places. I wish it could be one and many a