Travel

There is nothing like
Travel to

Knock you off kilter

To send the settled

Calm back into

Frenzy.

This can be

Good. Sometimes

Frenzy is needed

To bring calm.

Not this time.

This time I feel

The need

To reset.

Take stock.

Rehydrate and

Recharge. Read,

Rest, recover

Myself. Yes,

That which is

Thrown out of

True.

Wading through all

The marketing

The thin lived lives.

A place not rooted

Where you're travelling

Through,

Like so many others.

Travelling through and

Lost in transit.

It is quite fitting,

Really,

That I should lose 

My 

Favourite pen.

The conduit for

My 

Soul's voice

Swallowed up

By a world long

Cleansed, made hygienic

Of its Soul.

My Soul is not

Silenced, just finding a

New medium

As I reconnect

With 

My truth.