I have been asked to go home.

I have seen 6 countries and 32 states.

At one point I bet I could have gotten frequent flyer miles.

Even had a bag half packed for spur of the moment adventures.

I have basically been to 80% of Washington State.

Though I have lived in New York 10 years and mostly only know Manhattan and Bronx.

Living in poverty and dependent on rail and buses really hinders your travel especially to National Parks.

They say a tree or branch or even building that bends in the wind endures any storm.

I moved into a shelter years ago and despite how many interviews, how many jobs I have never been able change my situation.

Humans tell me to move, I ask to move but yet I stay in one place.

They say something inside me died.

I agree.

My sense of adventure, my sense of life, my reason for being.

I loved being busy, seeing new people, new places and experiencing new thoughts, ideas, perspectives and opinions.

Now accounts and jobs are lost for expressing your opinion no matter where you’re located.

Seriously, I have never been so homebound in my life.

Some are hermits and others are explorers and their are those that are every personality in between.

Wherever you are on the adventure scale you are still bending with the wind as long as includes something different.

As I continue to fulfill my adventurous motivation and livelihood.

Remembering a city has its appeal not because it is a copy of another but because it keeps it culture while incorporating world culture.

A person may still have coffee with their breakfast and read the morning news or create bonding moments with family or just sit a revel in the beauty of their environment regardless of where they are.

But the cup or table changes or are you?

-Jennie Nawrocki

I am not going to act like this was a good day or week.

Had some of my worst nightmares and conversations as a result.

Without going into specifics I guess my “never” wasn’t trusted.

Look I know I have written morbidly before but I had more confirmations about my future than I ever had before.

If I haven’t said it before I am saying it now, thank you so much for reading and subscribing. It means a lot to me that even one person read my messages poetic or not.

Be well my readers and I will write until I can’t write no more.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Walking among the cobblestones

Stable but textured

Smooth rough and everything in between

Path only speckled with wildflowers and dirt.

Greens with reds, yellows, blues, and purples.

Large and small, soft petals and leaves contrasting the greys and browns

Steps illuminated by golden rays peering through the canopy of leaves above

Veer to the left or veer to the right wilderness is stomped upon

Gliding struts sombered by gentle breezes.

Then the path takes shape full of hues.

broken glass and tiles placed together bigger than dining room table

One small section seems randomly placed

But looking from a far

Glistening with life

A butterfly takes shape

As if it were just sitting a spell

You don’t want to go further as it looks so delicate and surrealistic

So you head for the awning a few feet above

And that porch swing bored from inactivity

Now rocking back and forth you wonder

Who is flying you or the butterfly immortalized as the base of all your activities.

For every movement outside involves the support of this ever glimmering butterfly

-Jennie Nawrocki

It is hard to write when your heart has been broken several times.

Some say I thrive and live for drama, I say I am cursed.

Either way I looked at my life last night and am tired as I assume you are all tired of me not going anywhere.

Well I don’t know how or when but I am looking to change things for the better.

Time to embrace, manifest my better world and not just talk about it.

I will need your support and help we all want me to be somewhere else mentally and emotionally from where I am now.

Strive for that with me, work with me because so far have different goals for me has gotten nowhere in the last 10 years.

-Jennie Nawrocki