I do not normally post something so quickly after a previous offering, preferring to wait at least a couple of days before hitting your inbox again. However, since I plan to drop a full story on Tuesday night - and due to this being a shorter, poetry post - I figured I could sneak it in, and that you might forgive me for so doing.
As mentioned, this is a poetic piece of mine, from 2008; obviously, I was in a different spiritual space at that time, but it still resonates for me. This work is a also rarity, in that it has gone through zero updates or enhancements in the past 16+ years.
Basically? It stands as it was originally written; I hope you enjoy it…
Home
I’ve been......
hoping for a respite,
an escape from what’s inside,
to put the thoughts I’ve had to rest
and grab a little peace of mind.
For I’m...
searching for a window, so
I can see my self-respect,
to turn those mass of voices...
into whispers I forget,
and spend a little time with the
joy of life I knew,
to push aside delusions, with the
things I know are true.
I want to
rise above the constant fear
for a dream to call my own,
and finally find a life I can call
home.
I am......
tired of the struggle,
with all that batters me without,
strung out by the superficial hope
that existence is about.
Now I’m...
desperate for a solid, which can
anchor what’s adrift,
to calm the raging waters...
for my own damned benefit,
and achieve a little silence to the
din that works my soul,
to recover the remaining bits, of
what had made me whole.
I want to
eradicate the constant pain
with the lies I have been shown,
and find a piece of me I can call
home.
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To me, these sound like lyrics lookin’ for home inside a song,
Sung by a voice who feels them
In the heart, where they belong.
❤️
Definitely needs a melody. That’s a song.