A Piece Of Home
For so many years, as far as I can remember, I have walked through this life with a burden of questions, and only the images of what I thought were the answers left me with little closure.
Always too afraid to vocalize my thoughts or my feelings because there was no one there to relate
to, like a ghost following my every step, mocking my every move, always frightened at the chance of my questions falling victim to exposure.
After years of learning what questions were important and the ones that held no significance, I could manipulate my dreams into what I wanted them to be, as my dreams were the one place I could rely on for comfort,
Many moons of turning to a place that didn’t exist, where I could lock away my feelings, one place, the only place I’ve ever felt I belonged,, the sun came out then it was gone, the seasons changed without notice, but there was always a protective barrier, my safest place was untainted and strongly blanketed with a cover.
Sometimes, I would peer out and hide back away, my hopes of stability remained in these dreams,
was I the only one? the black sheep, the one that didn’t belong,? is this why I’ve mastered the ability to mask what truly lay beneath.?
You appeared in the midst of all of this madness, at the end when I was putting that book aside, and ready for the little peace I was hoping to find, you rose from the smoke that held me down for so many years, you came to me with little hesitation right out of my imagination, the comfort that I longed for, the peace of me that never seeemed to fit has found it’s place in a specific puzzle, the hand that reached out and brought me back to the beautiful reality I once tried to flee, to say the least you were the one that freed those dreams, and gave me closure to the many questions that consumed me.
The new beginning, a new book, no longer do I feel alone, In you I have found a small piece of home.
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You would really have to sit and listen to the story behind this poem , Life has presented me with people and events ,you would only see in a Lifetime movie special, but we all go through our own trials and triumphs of life , I think a big part of "Learning things the hard way" has added to the amount of compassion , empathy, and love I have for life and other human beings.The event that took place , before I wrote this poem , was one of numerous ways that God has told me to continue believing in the good of all he created. He's right ! there is beauty in every creation, after years of wondering , God has shown me in his own time , There is good ! BELIEVE! when you believe , it's much easier to see. :)
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