The Jungle
I stood at the edge of the jungle.
I pondered the scenery.
I looked back at home.
I turned away eagerly.
It was time to roam.
I took a step into the jungle.
The air felt moist.
I needed time to reconsider
And time to go unvoiced.
I had to consider.
I wasn't wanted.
I knew that pretty well.
It was time for me to go.
Before the morning came with the bell,
And my parents would angrily blow.
The walking turned into running.
There was no turning back.
I went as far as I could.
Prepared with a big sack.
I kept telling myself "I should."
After settling, I relaxed.
I ended up getting too comfortable.
People were worried sick,
And feeling the opposite, uncomfortable.
I rose, my legs feeling like brick.
I didn't want to go.
But, there was a feeling inside of me.
One that wouldn't let me stay.
Abandoning home isn't where I want to be.
After a day, I finally found my way.
Although life retained back to normal,
I remembered it well.
The peace, the tranquility.
I had the urge to dwell,
And remembered my agility.
I may have enjoyed my time in the jungle,
But it left people worried.
Feeling unimportant has more than one solution.
One without me being hurried.
At least I can say it ended with a positive resolution.
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