Wanderlust

poem, Poetry, War Poems, wilderness, Writing 1 Minute

I hold the mountains if they were my own,
Losing a part of myself in the sunrise;
The cresting warmth against the moody cliffs,
Hugs the snow-capped peaks;
So high they could shake the hand of God,
I sink into the forgetfulness of urban life,
As I fall in love with places,
That I’ve never been.

Published by ruckwarrior

From the desert sands to the wilderness to the writing pad is where you'll find me these days. I'm a veteran turned storyteller writing about life and war. I capture the human experience through fresh eyes, compassion, and an open heart. Vulnerability and candidness are the lifeblood to my storytelling. My writing encompasses war, life after war, the outdoors, the reality and struggles we all face while living as guests on this earth, and joy that can be had once we discover ourselves.

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6 thoughts on “Wanderlust”

  1. There’s nothing quite like being one with nature to remind us who we are again. Wonderful words paired with that awesome image made me feel as if I were there, as well.

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