2024/Mina -

I know it may seem like a small idea,

Most likely not shown in any form of media.

But I have a yearning emotion,

A form of some kind of devotion.

I want these thoughts inside to be known,

That as a military child, I grow up alone.

Even with many family and friends along the life that rows,

I don't know if it is fair when it is time to reap and sow.

I feel inside that I don’t have a place to call home,

Maybe the real answer is for me to roam.

Like a Pilgrim, I can explore a masterfully tinted prairie,

I can take a break from my thoughts, no ideas that may vary.

Maybe I was looking at the worst, maybe I am pessimistic,

Maybe I did not view things well, for I’ve made myself unrealistic.

Maybe I did not consider all the adventures I’ve explored,

Maybe it is ok that life grows and goes and nothing needs to be restored.

Through being alone, to having a fireplace to toast my toes,

Through losing dear friends, to gaining new friends and foes.

Maybe it is awesome to live as military child,

Maybe all along my thoughts were just wild.