Going home

"Finding that elusive place....."

Wayward byways,
Meandering highways,
Tugging continuously,
Distracting religiously.
Exit signs tormenting,
Greener pastures tempting -

I stop the rot right now,
To more riches I will not bow.
Stumbling over that exposed root,
I believe that I will see green shoots,
Amidst swords jockeying for my head,
I will not fear, but hope instead.
I take the axe of truth revealed,
Cutting deep, my debt is healed.
Sacrificing my superficial thrones,
My head now lifted, my soul's going home.

Reviews

[ANTO]

Theres a plethora of metaphors here SV.
I get a feeling of internal conflict - a desire for higher knowledge and the peace that it brings as opposed to the quick gratification of the here and now.
'Swords jockeying for my head' rings of strife caused by others - perceived or real but unwelcome. The soldier wants no more combat in their life, just somewhere to rebuild their weary selves, I feel.

Roots/ties may have to be cut - a purge conducted for the prize of balance and peace.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Very perceptive of you my friend......the purge has indeed started.....:)

[~]

An eloquent tugging towards the one place where grace meets with our conscience. It reminded me of the powerful poem of Ozymandias when I read it. There is a raging power within you. Every poem you write brings you closer to your name SleeplessVolcano.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thank you for your kind words Moon but I am not sure what I am ckose to right now.......

[~]

maybe closer to "close" than "ckose" :P