In the quiet corners of my childhood home,
Where whispers of caution like shadows would roam,
I dreamed of horizons, of skies vast and free,
Yet bound by the love that was given to me.
With maps spread before me, my heart took to flight,
Each country a canvas, each journey a light.
But the walls of tradition held firm and so tight,
As my dreams danced like fireflies, fading from sight.
“Wait for a husband,” my parents would say,
“Then travel the world; it’s the proper way.”
But my spirit was restless, a wanderer’s plea,
To explore every corner, to just simply be.
I watched from the window as others would roam,
While I stayed behind in the safety of home.
The laughter of friends on adventures untold,
Left echoes of longing that never grew old.
In the silence of night, when the stars shone so bright,
I’d craft my own journeys in dreams taking flight.
Yet sadness would linger like clouds in the sky,
As I pondered the reasons I couldn’t ask why.
For love is a compass that points to our fears,
And worry can drown out the songs of our years.
But deep in my heart lies a spark yet aglow—
A desire to wander, to learn and to grow.
So I’ll cherish these dreams as I navigate time,
For one day I’ll travel; my spirit will climb.
And though they may worry and hold me so dear,
I’ll find my own path with each step that I steer.
With courage as my guide and hope as my song,
I’ll break through the silence that’s held me too long.
For life is a journey meant not to confine—
And I’ll travel this world; it will one day be mine.
