You arrive, and I find myself unsure of what to do,
You arrive, and I am uncertain of where to go.
I’m counting the days ahead,
Anticipating the end of the year and the conclusion of my time in a place I hesitate to call home.
You come, and I wake before daylight,
You come, and I engage in deep reflection within myself.
There’s much to accomplish in the coming days,
I’m gathering every diverging ray of hope to strengthen my spirit.
You come, and I am grateful for the opportunity to pass through your door,
You come, and I appreciate being able to roam your vast field.
This expanse knows no boundaries,
An embrace from you feels as essential as air for the journey ahead.
I reflect on the memorable weekends I have gone through,
You herald the start of another chapter in my life,
I hope you’ve saved the treasures for the last,
Because I don’t want to be chauffeured into the new year empty, drained, and dishevelled.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.