The Window

I'm looking through the window, across the place where I call home,
Into a world where life is free of way, but I am so alone,
As one door shuts, a window opens, I see that clearly now,
Yet the path beyond is hazed with grey, I'm afraid make the vow.

I watch the doves, they dance along, the lorikeets above me sing,
The winds through leaves they comfort me, like bells they sound and ring,
The sun it warms my bones and skin, the doves below take flight,
I tilt my head towards the gods, yet cannot see the light.

Am I brave enough to make the leap, and hit the ground below?
Or will I feign and turn away, toward the cold and desolate snow?
Will the life be kind and take me in, it's grasp and on it's ride?
Or will my heart collapse inside, and I take flight and hide?

Still I stand by the window, my head rests on it's sill,
And beyond the real world beckons, it presses my stubbornly will,
The day will come where I must choose my path, forth or turn and run?
Where will I be when I meet my maker, in the land of kingdom come?

The Free East

In between the hopeful silence of the Last Post, the rainbow lorikeets sang. I did not look over my shoulder, towards the cool and free east to watch the sunrise.

I know it's there, it always will be.

Lest we forget.

Familia

The popular sisters, the well dressed scene kid. One with incredible smarts and talent, and another a brewer with the model girlfriend. One joined the army, and of course there was always the better-looking, proactive, and smarter sister. I never quite felt like I really belonged. I could never seem to find common ground, and I could never seem to interest any of them with my affair.

But as life wears on and the rush of time begins to weather you away, through the crevices you start to learn a thing or two about yourself. You learn to gain trust in you, and in what you believe in. The rest comes naturally.

As soon as I found comfort in myself, I found comfort in my family. I am proud of what I have achieved in my life, and I think, finally, I see they are proud of me too. The look on my grandmother's face as she told me I am the first of my generation to graduate from uni, is a look I'll cherish forever. The memory of Ash and I bursting into laughter as we sung "Like a G6" over Christmas dinner is something I will be hard pressed to let go of.

I think I'll always be the outsider, the one that just doesn't have quite as much in common compared to the others. The piece of the puzzle, forced into place where I don't quite fit. But the picture on a whole remains the same, and as long as they're happy to have me, I wouldn't trade them for any other.