The following is a poem which I wrote whilst in Jersey, Channel Islands (my second home) in December of 2015. I found it in an old notebook and decided to share it today.
Sunset. A sky on fire, it burns
Like flames without smoke.
It’s not hot but cold, not warm but bright
As the night falls as day grows ever old.
It’s sitting here alone on the sand,
I stare out to the view of a sunset sea
The waves, they move to and thro
The tide bringing the water back and forth
Both towards and away from me.
I don’t feel lonely yet I’m alone,
It’s a comforting time which I adore
The privacy of not having to hide
What I don’t wish for people to see
As I sit on waters shore.
I lay back on the sand and seem to sink
As though I’m out in the waters ahead
Yet I do not drown, nor do I choke
As I lay my head down on the sandy bed.
I think of the people who mean most to me
The love I hold for my friends and family
It’s a welcoming bind although it holds me back
From being just who and where I wish to be.
They’re not to blame, it’s how it is
I love them and so I am stuck
I’m bound to a world that’s not my own
Yet I feel content with Being in one world and wishing for another,
such as state is all I’ve ever known.