Home

The roof leaks and the floors are bent

Walls are weathered beyond repair

Smells of mold, an unwelcome scent

Restless, asleep, I dream of air

A fog rolls in, nostalgia falls

Awake I look outside my door

Mirrors reflect these empty halls

Outside awaits a verdant moor

I saw fruit grow upon the moor

From my window, it seemed so far

Through blue bright screens and old shut doors

Consumed in muck, I’m stuck in tar

I try to move, my legs are bound

Doubt, dread, and dreams distort my view

A wind gust blows, altering sound

This tree bears fruit, a reddish hue

Home, do I hold you in my heart

My dear old home, I love you so

This home I dared to never start

I spiral towards a destined flow

The fruit is ripe; the tree has grown

I want to eat the fruit it’s sewn

My body aches, muscle to bone

I want to see what has been shown

I rip my body, now unstuck

The tar keeps what I left behind

I crawl away with will and luck

I breathe, a clarity of mind

The wind blew with a bursting blast

Feeling what could and could not be

I see my future and the past

Breathing the air, I smell the sea

The oceans rise and then they fall

A distant gaze, the moon will guide

A mystic breeze, Poseidon’s call

The sand erodes with rolling tide

Earth moves me towards this path I meet

Progress I make upon the shore

The dirt keeps warm under this heat

I build my home, upon the moor

Fire will burn in my home, anew

This warmth will bathe these walls in love

And down the hill a fire burns too

A glimmering view, from above

Once that glimmer was all I knew

Through doors the fruit was far away

Yet now I look, the sky is blue

The sun will shine this current day

Home followed me to this tall tree

I looked at the world with questions

What am I now or meant to be

The fruit tree gave no suggestions

I sat below and melted in

The tree dropped the fruit it could give

With a bite, I understood then

In the present is where I live

Home is where my feet are planted.

Home is where my heart can be found.

Home is where my song is chanted.

Home is where I am, never bound.