The Wonderer Poem by Monica Engeler

I am the wanderer walking in open air.
My spirit dreams of great times to arrive,
Yet my heart cries alone with no care.
Only shadows of hope keep me alive.

I wish to see a life of only fantasies.
No journeys of desperate adventures.
I am in no mood for these crazy frenzies.
There are better moments to venture.

At last anguished visions drifted far away.
I am no longer standing on a solitary road,
And someone notes I quest a refined way,
Then I will learn the right lane to go home.

As you see, I was never truly by myself.
The drive in my heart returned in time.
My fears were placed on an empty shelf.
Destiny promises to fall in straight line.

When the glowing sun finally goes below,
I won’t look back to memories in my past.
An open door will guide me to no sorrow,
And perhaps my spark will return at last.

Let me seek my goals I plan to reach.
My mind floats endlessly in mixed riddles.
Pursuing and refuting the results of each.
I whined on the length I needed to kindle.

My passage was like a yellow brick way
That was marred from rifts on the mend.
I needed to put my feet in the right break,
And repair old scars that want to amend.

There are always answers to questions.
Sometimes cases are hard to apprehend.
Changes are seen as natural new situations.
Maybe one day everyone will comprehend.

Some day a flame will flicker in stride.
The light will direct my stately future,
Then my path in life endures in pride.
Reflections burnish new adventures.

Voices are calling me to my shelter.
My heart beats a notably tired sigh.
It is time to face reality for that matter.
Maybe hereafter I will be a little wise.