
Some say home is where the heart is
Or maybe where loved ones are found
Perhaps the town you grew up in
Even yet, thou birthplace, your arrival
Could home be that which grants you bliss
A place that there’s happiness and joy abound
Somewhere for a new chapter to begin
The house, in which, you struggle for survival
I have traveled far and wide
Moved and moved a many time
I have drifted from clique to clique
And at times I have been alone
When I shone my light deeper inside
My quill, it bled rhyme after rhyme
My guitar, I caress, I fingerpick
I saw home could be my place to atone
Nyctophilia, oh, was my bittersweet comfort
Darkness’ allure, ‘twas a succubus’ calling
A period, I feared, I’d became psychotic
In a time, surrounded was I, by sand
When I was filled with pain, oh, my soul, it hurt
Home was my abyss; perpetually falling
My job, my service, ranks filled with the patriotic
My oath, my duty, all for the homeland
For my next chapter a family was written
Our house, our land a modest ten acre
Past the outskirts, away from the city
It was here we lived our lives
The darkness returned; once again bitten
What came next; what a heartbreaker
Fuming and loathing, doused in self-pity
My flame ignited, at the path I arrive
Alone, left I was; alone I learned
On my own I started to grow
I laid the path to a better me
I believe myself, I can finally forgive
Peace of mind, ‘tis what I yearn
Ah, how calming ‘twould be, if that were so
Sustenance for mind, body, and soul, my trinity
My complete being—for this is where to live
I shall go where my heart and mind are at peace
Music in the air, my soul in tune
With great faith, I know I will find
My happy place, where I’ll be whole
On this life, I have a new lease
Destination Utopia, you’ll see me soon
A home of heart, a home of mind
Home, for me, is for my soul



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