Author: drachenkreiger

Local means a country not just the neighbourhood.

Inflation keeps on rising as you struggle to increase your wages.

People look for the bitterness not the hope.

You can watch a show televised live from the other side of the globe.

Weather that affects one region ultimately affects them all.

The oceans are deep but can still be polluted.

The leaders say they listen but have their own ultimate goals.

Our children have to be stronger than we ever were,

Our world does love us but will not tolerate tantrums for long.

I can not make him happy.

No matter hard I try.

Time and time again I find myself beset with his problems.

His moods.

His anger.

I will be blamed for the problems

and I know I should not feel guilty

for His failings.

Still I find myself empathizing

and wanting to help.

I should always remind myself

He does not want to commit.

He does not want to work things out.

Not with me.

Not ever.

So I sit here and cry

wondering how much more will it take before I say good-bye.

It takes time.

It takes courage.

Set backs will occur.

Strive forward

as best you can.

Look to the next challenge.

Show yourself what you can do.

DO it!

You can do it!

You can do anything!

The gifts bought in hopes

that they will be received in good spirits.

Clothes for the hard to buy for one.

Jewelry for the one who explicitly stated their preference.

Mugs are easy to get and though

they will sigh it is still a reminder of love.

The other knickknacks like keychains,

calendars or towels are fun to disperse.

The best is the memory

of the adventure.

Where you have been

and what you lived in those moments.

The need to adult

in order to get from one place to another.

The worry about delays,

the impatience of having to wait.

Wondering if everything goes right

will my expectations be rewarded.

Will the reward be enough?

Or should I let pessimism win

and no longer care that disappointment is inevitable. 

I was enjoying waking up to the lush green trees.

The trumpeting of the roosters.

The smell of tropical flowers surrounding the hotels.

Now I see only white

as the snow lands

covering all that I can see.

I must now bundle myself within

layers of blankets and clothes

to even simulate the warmth

I had become accustomed to.

Still, home is home

and I missed it.

The enjoyment shared.

Smiles returned on smiles.

The small moments of reflection.

A period of indulgence.

The warmth of the hug.

A handshake hello.

Eyes tearing up on goodbye.

A small bite of the hearts paradise.

The plane back to civilization.

Or the other civilization I knew.

Where the weather is rated in negatives

Instead of the positive sunny expanse.

The sunburn will heal as the novelty wears off.

Family and friends will be greeted

And I will be home once again.

The water is so clear and blue.

The sand gets between the toes.

Everything is covered by nature’s love.

Sunscreen applied washes off in the waves.

Lying in the sun on the towel.

A memento of the simple times.

A pleasure to be so free.

Time no longer runs standard.

Normal is the new sites and adventures.

The presence of other vacation garbed people.

Decisions made spur of the moment.

Laughter louder as the day goes on.

Skin burnt and lotion soothingly applied.

Water and sand tracked throughout the hotel.

Until the last day and time returns

To the weird remembrance of the original life.