“Venturing” by Alvin Sandy

It was the morning I would not forget,

when my small, weak feet were about to step.

 

I ventured out from my huge comfort zone,

started leaving my family and home.

 

For hours my wings flew across ocean,

went to my dream place where I lived alone.

 

A frosty day welcomed me in this town.

My bones were freezing when the snow fell down.

 

“Hey, how is it going?”

Warm greetings from people surprised me.

 

Like a fire that burnt my energy,

in winter, cloudy, windy, snowy.

 

The people’s saying made me feel cozy,

living in a new place I’ve never been.

 

A trip creates a bunch of memories.

I’ll never forget even one of these.

Posted on May 6, 2016, in Poetry Spring 2016 and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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