Vacation, a poem by Aariona Harris at
Caique Nascimento



written by: Aariona Harris



I miss being away
Gone from the shackles
Of my usual life and
The people forcing me to stay

I miss the naivety of being young
And believing that I could be happy
Wherever I was in this world
Having endless faith and never
Wishing to let it all drift away.

I miss the possibility of taking a permanent
Everlasting and forever relaxing
Irreversible, extended stay.

I am older now and less naive
I cannot go on a vacation
Permanent or brief
Because there is already so much
Expected of me.

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