The Bind of Wanderlust

Tag: Poetry

  • Still, I rise.

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    Faith Hajek
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    The morning feels sweet and bitter, asking to me rise even as I shiver; it’s the dead of winter. I view my life lately in the same way I view the morning before the dawn sets in; quiet with anticipation, yet painfully slow and exhausting. I’m ready for the sun, just as I am ready…

  • Take me back

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    Faith Hajek
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    Take me back to that Australian summer day when the heat prickled my arms and the sounds echoed that I was no longer in the winter of the US. I remember stepping outside of the airport and breathing an air I had not breathed before, so fresh, so unpolluted, so unpolished. I walked to the…