No matter where I park my car,
Or where my shelves and knickknacks are,
Home hasn’t got a thing to do
With where I am, unless with you.
Though I’m amid the tempest, tossed,
By all accounts completely lost.
Afraid and unbeknownst to most,
A thousand miles from every coast.
As long as on those lonely waves,
Where I am meant to drift for days,
My thoughts can find their way to you
Then there is nothing I can’t do.
If deep within the jungle thick,
I’m fever-stricken, dying quick,
Full of visions- if of you,
My home is there and my heart, too.
Encircled by the flames of hell,
As long I know you are well,
My fate I would not dare bemoan,
But solemnly declare “I’m home”
About the Creator
Luke Haymons
“Everyday courage has few witnesses. But yours is no less noble because no drum beats for you and no crowds shout your name.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson
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