Home

I packed my things.

I put my foot forward then the other.

One step…

Two steps...

Until I embarked on a sojourn.

I found myself exploring what I have

not seen back home.

Things beautiful, things amazing,

Things rare, things exciting.

I found the beauty of the unexplored

world and it soon enslaved me.

My untrained, much more, innocent eyes

began to drift in the impeccable

sight of the new world.

I found it faultless…

Pristine...

And I thought I was better-off roaming

the vast expanse of the seemingly

perfect place where my feet have led

me.

I yearned for a new kind of life

after I left my home where life was

muddled...

Where my soul was eternally restless...

Where thoughts collided with

feelings...

Where the mind almost always

functioned in disarrayed fashion…
I wandered...

As my journey away from home took time,

I saw the treachery of the

unknown world I was in.

There I was, beginning to feel tired and

lost in the idea of a better life in

an unknown realm.

I slept, thinking it would soon be

over.

With a gust of wind that blew against

my pale cheeks

and with raindrops, I woke up.

I knew I had to go back home.

It felt lost in a milieu

of a thousand chestnut trees, a

million birds and a hundred bees.

I had to find my way back

despite being clueless of how long it would

take.

With a little energy left, I leaped up

on my feet, ran as fast as I

could...

In the end, my eyes were blurred with

tears as darkness further weakened my

sight...

But a little spark of light changed

everything.

The little lamp that hung above the

doorstep did not burn out while I was

away...

The roof was a bit dingy,

The mats were new...

But much of it remained the same...

I know I am home...

*Finding your way back

home is always a delight to the heart

and a joy to the soul...

To the Monash students I have shared nine days with, may the Philippines be your second home.I will always be waiting for your return…

By Mau