My True Home

Past Poem sparked by disappointment, yet optimistic in the sense. (9/2/2014)

Home is not just a place,

It is the feeling of belonging,

And knowing where to retreat to

When the Devil has all of the sorrow he is bringing.

Although, this is quite tough when

You have a missing feeling,

And you yearn for your long-term home.

The one that requires your kneeling.

You take her hand and hope

That she yearns for your hand too.

Thus, that moment she does

You thank God for a love so true.

Although I have not found my true home,

I keep in search with an open mind.

I thank God for unanswered prayers,

And the love I am destined to find.

Author's Note

This is just being shared to put my past poetry out. I am no English scholar.

Reviews

[Ardra]

You take her hand and hope
That she yearns for your hand too.
Thus, that moment she does
You thank God for a love so true.

Very beautifully expressed

[Najam Us Saher]

Wow. You left me speechless. I love this. Beautifully written.