Trip – A Poem

Is about various physical and mental trips.

I started a trip toward the new day

To pay my gratitude in a simple way

Enjoying the silence that brings the night

The stars woke me up with the first sunlight

To travel the world was my Turkish delight

Driving on the road filled with pride

That I owe myself freedom inside

Looking at birds that fly high

It motivated me to consume

The little sweets I was advised

Would make me fatter on the sides

But I dance with the devil without stepping aside

To burn calories with my body and mind

The feelings forever made me realize

It’s nothing better than dopamine out of the hide

When I feel the warmth of the sun shining bright

And walk long-distance, listening to my favorite songs

The daily uniqueness is a road trip of prime

Understanding the differences when people are tired

From the eternal routines that are silent killers

Of heart’s catastrophes that should be left behind

Today is present and I should joyfully smile

Tomorrow’s trip is not promised because I may die.

Gratitude and forgiveness are part of tonight

When dreams are way-blurring around the red line.

I am a faithful trips lover and that will not change. My dream was to have a family home with three children and pets. But, currently, my focus is on traveling in my car. I want to have a place to come back to after my trips and that is an honorable goal.

However, I still do not know where that home may be.

It’s an undeniable fact that I bind the home with a person. My relationships were always connected to the feelings of security and safety in the arms of my beloved. My hope to feel the same way again won’t change.

The most important to me now is to stay and feel alive because a life without fire in the heart is meaningless. I am still single, so the flaming thoughts, for now, are a mirage.

But, the soul’s sparks should not be limited only to relationships, but also to the universal life around people. Prayers are neverending gratitude for the moments’ everyone can smile, feel, walk, listen, and enjoy with close-to-heart people. The little things I like to do are: feeding the cat and smiling under the sun ray. They will not be replayed. Watching the sunrise daily is my way to send gratitude to the Universe. When the new day comes, a fresh trip is on the cards.

Times change and people should be flexible when it comes to various travels inside or outside. I believe every trip is unique. And do you?

Letting Go – Poem

There comes a time to let go of the past.

The Power comes from the eternal ocean’s waves

Of life that made people think about letting go

The feelings they thought would be unknown

Until they met with the emotions face to face

There was a problem with their concerns

Until they started dancing with the experience

Of broken hearts, hopes, and everything else

They played the games of cat and mouse in place

“To be or not to be?” is a famous quote

But nobody tells about letting go

When personality is challenged

And the lost causes can’t stop

While laughing into the mask of God

Humanity is going undercover

Between the materialistic fog

Forgetting there may be no tomorrow

Days and hours are going to the state

Of indifference to the fellow neighbor

Who may take the working loads

Of sharing knowledge with close mate

The pirouette between the rhythms

Of heartbeats and neverending sorrow

A man could find themselves or not

Between the routines and letting go

The past will stay without the morrow

In songs about the reflective love with thee

Who stays a stranger in the eyes’ holes

Toward well-known daydreaming of idealistic ghosts

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Valentine’s day passed. There was a realization to let go of some of my old emotional baggage. Uncertainty of that aspect was unknown until I sat down and faced my fears in their dark, infinite eyes. The past can not be changed and I should think about letting go of it. My mistakes will not be fixed and left me with knowledge.

Looking for illusions, I lost many moments that will not happen again in the same pattern.

However, letting go is a kind of freedom. It releases guilt, pain, unrequited feelings, failures, and hopes. Today my heart feels lighter because I dropped most of my emotional luggage and kept going without expectancies from anyone. That reignited my love for Sheakspeare’s words: “Do you know why I am happy? I expect nothing from anyone.”