Poetry: Finding Home

Tears had been her wasteland.
Time had been her enemy,
Blurring by without notice.

By Monica C. Voskamp

 

She didn’t know it was so close.

The path to home.

Tears had been her wasteland.

Time had been her enemy,

Blurring by without notice.

She had been stuck here for so long,

Hope for more seemed futile.

 

But then without expecting,

She saw the desert ground below anew.

She saw it leading somewhere,

Somewhere beyond her desolate ground.

 

Her heart pounded with hope,

There was more beyond this moment.

There was a path leading beyond today,

One she wasn’t going to bypass.

 

The lady of desert places believed.

She believed even when she did not yet see.

As her feet moved one step

In front of the other,

A new path began emerging.

The lady of dark barren places,

Saw the way light up before her.

A path she never knew possible,

Was now in plain view.

 

The lady of lonely and pain

Was finally leaving the wastelands,

Was finally finding her north star,

The lady of the most lonely hearts,

Was suddenly finding her way out.

She was finding her way,

Home.

Always believe. Always hope. Always love. ❤

*Cover image Photo Credits: Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

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