Weary

No place to call home in this long weary journey.

The luggage gets heavier the longer it is carried.
Sometimes it needs to be dragged
Sometimes it needs to be put down for a while
But it always needs to be picked back up
feeling heavier than when it was last relieved of its weight.

Oh to leave it behind to be able to travel freely
but how to do that when it is padlocked on?

Sometimes an oasis seems to appear
and then the heart wrenching realisation
that it is just a delirious mirage.

Longing for a place to rest an exhausted body and mind.
Is it foolish hope or courage?

 

Photo by: Smabs Sputzer