Going Nowhere

Going Nowhere http://runwright.net Going Nowhere

She’s never been away from home before. The thought is almost unreal.

And she wonders what she’d think, and she wonders how it feels,

To be the one who’s missed instead of the one doing the missing.

To be the one whose face is kissed, instead of the one doing all the kissing.

She wonders what it’s like to receive a letter sealed with tears.

She wonders if she’d have the heart to stay away all those years.

She wonders what they think when they’re away –

If they still think about her everyday.

She wonders what made them want to disappear without a trace.

She’s never felt that desire to be any other place.

Is there something wrong with her just always sticking around,

With her toes planted like tulips budding in familiar ground?

She wonders if she’s missed a different kind of call.

Even though she feels like right here, she has it all.

She’s never wandered.

So now she wonders.

One day she packs the last suitcase that’s sitting on the shelf.

She tries to fit everything she’d long for if she ever left.

It’s an old brown suitcase that’s never been filled.

Now the weight of her memories look like they’ll be spilled.

She can’t quite decide which foot should move first

As she starts the journey that will open up her world.

But she doesn’t get further than the gate to the street.

There’s no place that compares to the ground under her feet.

She laughs as she removes the things she had packed.

Puts her things right back where they’ve been stacked.

Her loved ones will come and go; that’s always been their choice.

She’ll say hello and goodbye. This is her life.

The 3:00 clock train horn is loud beyond the gate.

She won’t be on it. No need to wait.

Original poetry by Karen Wright. Copyright © 2015

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Mia Sutton says:

    Ahhh. Love this, Karen! My favorite line: “She’s never wandered. So now she wonders.” That’s me! A constant state of wonder these days, wanting to experience so many things. Thanks for sharing this poem with us! xo

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    1. Run Wright says:

      There is so much in this world to experience. Of course, you can’t (and shouldn’t) do everything – there is wisdom in learning from other people’s experiences too – but every now and then, an adventure is the only prescription.

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  2. Karen, this is SUCH a beautiful poem ❤ It totally put a lump in my throat! It makes me think of a mother (and even MY mother) who is everyone else's constant (her children's, husband's, friends'). She's the person they all depend on, for they know she will always be there. She has dreams and yearnings like everyone else, but has chosen to give her life to others, to give them a consistent and dependable life…even if they're all grown. I am calling my momma now, to tell her thank you and I love her.

    Thank you for this!

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    1. Run Wright says:

      Thanks so much, Shelly!

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  3. Marsha says:

    I enjoyed this.

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