My Journey

I went North and I found South.

I went West and I found myself.

I found my home, without doubt.

And what's more,

I learned to live without.

Without connection;

In a proximetric drought. 

And if not to compound,

I realize I can't fake it.

I struggle with commitment.

As cliche as that can get.

But like a scar I can't forget,

About the years that I spent,

In the lands of snow and wet.

The next question begets,

Where do I go from here? 

My mind, it is not so clear.

Reflecting in Valley of the Deer,

Trying to find an answer,

Am I near?

I wrote a note, starting with Dear.

"To be clear, I'm not what I appear."

And now my ship I steer

Towards yet another frontier.

A voice speaks in my ear,

"Preserver through fear,

Your life is not in thralls."

Right, even the cavalier, 

Stumbles and falls.

That fact brings me pause 

And perhaps even some calm.

As I fight the final call,

I realize My Journey  

Is mine after all.