Unrest

Traveling seems like a thing of the past now

Too scared to hop on a plane

The feeling is just not there

That feeling of “ahhhh yes, I can’t wait to lounge”

It’s just not the same vibe, it doesn’t feel right

I’m dreaming of a place where there’s peace

I’m feeling unrest, sometimes more unbothered

Other times I can’t quite put a word to the way I feel

Some days the energy level is right

Other days I feel so out of whack and all I want to do is shake it off get back on track

But I’m drowning in these loud thoughts in my head

Dreaming of place where I can find calamity, no stress

To hear the ocean and the waves wash ashore

To watch the sun rise in the morning and hear the birds chirping

This too feels like a memory of the past

A memory I wish to relieve soon

Because I don’t know how much of this discomfort I can withstand

I miss the days I used to do something fun

It feels like I’m a flower on a windowsill left unwatered

Just dying as the day passes and the rays of the sun hit through

But I’m hopeful that I’ll make it through

I'll be at peace again