Coming Home

Had to use trees, rings, exhaust, home, shame and truth

 

Coming Home

 

Words and thoughts only exhaust

The urge to fight flees as I grow numb and weak

Trepidation accompanies the knowledge that all is lost

 

Eyes closed I long for a different scene

Where I hear the wind slipping through the trees

And am mesmerized by rippling water rings

 

Here I lug my fears and shame

In this peaceful place I search for you

Seeking comfort, my lips scream your name

 

All at once my icy heart is warm

Finally I am able to see the truth

There is nothing to fear in going home

 

I am coming home

 

Author's Note

Let me know what you think. Is it good, bad...do you like it or hate it. What do you think the subject matter is?

Reviews

[Alicia™]

I can almost feel the exhaustion… Great job.

[Tate Morgan]

This is one of your best works it makes me feel.
Tate

[Wolfe Greytome]

I really like this piece. I love how it is detailed, and yet vague enough for each reader to get a different sense of the topic here. For instance, I would simply equate it running from the stresses of life and returning to the peace of nature.