Home

This was one of those poems I sat and wrote rather quickly. Not sure of the motivation but it feels like a redemptive story. Throughout most of my life, I have felt like a failure or that I have never quite measured up. There are too many times I feel like I have turned my back on family and spirituality. Many probably feel this way, I suppose. Let me know what you think. 

Home

I stand in the light of yesteryear

Seeking my homeward path.

Instead, I find a blistered tear.

Falling from my face, I laugh. 

My footsteps trod where once I stood

A forgotten life misspent

Those first steps, tho’ did some good

My goodness somehow went.

And on my own I sought some more,

But pleasure seldom came. 

I forged the lock to every door

And lost the keys I claim. 

A gate stays poised to seek its way

But before I enter in,

I must forget the cost I pay 

And the race that I can’t win. 

Then I step up on my feet

To take the path now plain. 

And to my knees I sink in peace

To be heading home again.