I’m torn up inside, trying to navigate

the many facets of my humanity.

So many of us are caught up praying

for an intimate, calm landing place.

Our islands alone have grown tired 

of a routine sparks a self discovery.

I have so many avenues to speak,

all wishing upon their own layers.

Only now can I really imagine truth

to be showering our lives with love.

Can my world ever settle in silence,

rather than screams of mediocrity.

The raw nature of a reckoning,

might indeed channel our travel.