The Traveller

The fire is a pleasant relief from the cold.

Outside, a whirlwind of flurries and ice make their way through this flatland. Creating a frozen tundra of dirt and tumbleweeds.

Feeling comes back to my fingers… slowly.
It seems my mind has to thaw as well.

The long road ahead beckons like a side street prostitute, tempting me to come and follow to a place I know I don’t want to be, but one I can’t stay away from.

Do I have what it takes to carry on and finish what I started? Or will I fail like every time before and crumble under the pressure.

Now that I am still, my mind travels from a place of doubt to one of comfort and stability.

I’m reminded of roots. How they dig deep and provide life. That sounds like something I want. And need.

The road has no place for me to call my own. All I want is to dig deep, and have a place to call home.

Published by Nate Melugin

This is a creative outlet for me to get out the things that rattle around constantly in my mind.

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