Mecella | A Home For Poets

Flowing down the river gently and calm,
Listening to the virtue of poetry in my ear.
What a year, lost in trials and tribulations,
Motivated to take on the whole nation.

Patience.

As I walk forward in this big world on my own,
I can’t act like a man that is not grown.
But still, I partake in acts and feel tremendous fear,
Only to drive onward, and never shed a tear.

And still I wonder.

Exactly where am I going, and what must I do?
Will this long path of mine lead back to you?
And what is it that you see?
Togetherness? Matrimony?

But I digress.

Each day becomes just another moment of mine,
Where I live life and try hard to unwind.
But I seem to never do,
The path truly must lead back to you.

So, I pray.