The Long Way Home
Home is where true love dwells
Life giving sustenance always flows from her wells
The comfort of her arms invites and compels
Nourishing those that would only seek
Her guiding light week after week
I left the safety of my mother's home
So excited, but I had long to roam
And I look and I look
In each garden and darkened nook
I fear I am lost, no home in sight
No one will have mercy on my terrifying plight
I think I have taken the long way home.
I was his temporary toy
Being close to him; my temporary joy
Passion burnt so hot, it threatened to destroy
But I viewed his dirty bag of tricks
Appeared like a welcomed oasis
Until kindness changed to cruel faces
I have learnt to recognize those particular Places
Eagerly I seek a home, somewhere to rest my weary feet
Along the way so many like me I meet
Diligently I continue to seek
At times it all seems so very bleak
I may have taken the long way home.
Borne the fruit of mistaken love
Blessed with her, this gift from above
I have watched this beautiful seed grow
Her first steps, first speech
The first time she learnt to reach
Yet, there was no home for me there
No love would he share
But my wonderful gift I will nourish and care
My soul was in jeopardy, I fled
Looking for a home, while my heart's wound bled
I had to take the long way home.
Many Instances where I've been hurt
And with danger I occasionally flirt
I fell hard a few times and broke my Heart
Had my Soul almost torn apart
I cry and cry
So much so I thought I would die.
Time and time again the scars have healed
And my sentence repealed
Released from the jail of my self-made grief.
And I hid and fled like a thief
From searching eyes
Chains that sought to restrict my flight
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poem by Monciana Edmondson
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