My latest work of poetry

This poem still needs a title...

Dreading departure,
Fighting time,
Facing reality.
Is this the end?
Or just another beginning?
Explored lands,
Orphaned smiles,
Poured rains.
Are they part of me?
Swimming in my veins,
Reflecting in my eyes,
Tugging on my heart.
Or just packed away in my memory?


I'm at Daystar for a couple nights, just to see friends, use the internet, and take a break from Exodus. Although I am tired, I can say that this is most rewarding work I have ever done in my life. Just a few minutes ago, some kids from Exodus called me to say they missed me and ask when I am coming back. I haven't even been gone for 24 hours! Haha. I miss them too! Last weekend I took part in a medical camp held in a slum outside Nairobi, called Mukuru. Life in the slums is something I don't have the energy to write about right now, but it was an interesting experience to say the least. Otherwise, I spent the week at Exodus as usual. I've been sick the past few days as well and I'm trying to prepare myself mentally to start life again in Michigan. It might seem a bit early, but trust me... it's better I start now.