Home

This is a poem about a boy's journey back home.

Home by Mehdi Bel

Looking down from the sky

The world looks like a mirror

A pure reflection of the neat cloudless sky

The view from the top is breathtaking

I revel in the moment: no expectations, just being, breathing...

Enjoying this ephemeral balloon ride

Suddenly, the clouds start forming

The clock is ticking, the beautiful sunny day turns gloomy and gray

I thought don't fret, it's just a passing storm, it'll clear up soon

Besides, the weatherman said so

The wind starts blowing, thunderstorm roaring

And here I'm up high

Literally on top of this breathtaking place I call home

Where dirt smells like the scent of your childhood

The storm blows the balloon away, a thousand miles away

I'm not gonna make it, the odds are not in my favor

How many people have survived a balloon caught inthe perfect storm?

My entire life flashed before my eyes

I saw, I heard, I smelled, I touched, I tasted what's like 

to cross over to the other side

Hours later, the storm is over

I survived, I'm Robinson Crusoe without the ship

But just like him, I was stranded in this island

Where there's no one to talk to 

There's peace of mind, but I don't do well without a little serenity

Maybe someday I'll go back home where life is not as mad as here

Where air, water, honey and milk are far from pure

Where justice, equality, peace and love are lost and yet to be found

But it's my home and they say you always miss your home.