My Passport

I’ve never seen the mountains
or swam in the ocean.
I am not well travelled 
or know the wonders of the world.

but

I’ve seen the abyss of human depravity—
falling,
jumping,
pushing and being pushed.

I understand drowning in emotion—
crying,
regretting,
hating and being hated.

I’ve navigated through all kinds of sins—
misbehaving
deceiving,
corrupting and being corrupted.

and

I know what is beyond rock bottom—
grieving,
begging,
losing and being lost.

My journeys may not be traced on a map,
but my soul has seen a great many things.

 

Photo Credit: Tom R

 

One thought on “My Passport

  1. ah, yes, the soul has a permanent passport and the (in)humanity can leave indelible marks upon it…heavy, dark and well-written…love the photo accompaniment, too

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