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Oceania (a poem I wrote 3-4-06)

There is a place that I go
When I need to break free
To get away from stress
And all of my anxiety.

This special spot of mine
It is always there
I escape to my Oceania
And live without one care.

Oceania is beautiful
Out here I can breathe
But sometimes when I visit
I feel that I'll never leave.

That is what scares me
About this place I go
I wonder if I'll get lost here
And no one will ever know.

So, how do I get back now
From this place that I am in?
How am I to face my life
And join reality again?

Perhaps I'll meet a person
And they will pull me through
I'll begin to mend what's broken
And live my life anew.

So, should I allow another
To help me face what I ignore?
Or do I need to stand alone
To prove that I can soar?

Only time itself can show me
What it it that I should do
So here I shall remain
Until I'm given a clue.

Within my Oceania
I'll dream of that day
When time completes its task
And I am shown the way.

I feel that I'll know
When the time is right
I just hope that I'm strong enough
To make my journey back to life.

If you were here
You would see what I mean
This place is so lovely
So quiet, and serene.

I want to return from here
But I also want to stay.
I've been here way too long
And I'm afraid to break away.

I am hoping that soon enough
I'll give someone (or myself) the chance
To pick me up and get me moving
And at Oceania, I'll take my last glance.