When asked to write a poem about a time I left my comfort zone, I giggle a little and bat an eye for it was the time I left my home

The moment I set foot on earth was the day I left the known; and to my sheer confusion, humans call this home

You see, we live to die, we fight to fly, we remind ourselves to breathe; but human form is not our norm, we exist for pleasantries. We exist to feel a gapping spectrum laced with woes and fright, but at the other timeless end, our love can shine its light

We agreed to become physical, and surrender our comfort zone; we agreed to teach our souls through the chaos that is unknown

So I giggle a little when you ask how I’ve seemed to leave; the only form of living is fighting to be free

I walked the lines and felt the sting of endless blissful travel, through arduous roads and stepping stones that always seem to unravel. But being human humbly means living for discomfort; like little tiny paper cuts or longing for your mother

And I praise the days I cry because feeling means I’m alive. I get to be a person who feels the dance of life

So I giggle a little when you ask the time I left my comfort zone. You leave your comfort everyday for the sake of evolving your soul.