POEM: HOME

 HOME by Obialor Anita

 

I want to go back home

but I've forgotten where home is,

I've pitched my tent all around the world,

all across the seven seas.

 

I long to find my roots

but it's hard when I can't find myself,

Like a lone oak tree in a maple forest,

Like a thriller novel in a horror shelf.

 

I miss the feeling of being one,

of knowing that I belong.

I'm a few steps away from breaking down,

breaking out in a melancholy song.

 

I wish that I could find myself, 

but I feel I'm without direction,

Like a blind man caught without his cane;

I am left without perception.

 

Maybe one day I'll find that place

or maybe it's a feeling.

Where I can lay all of my burdens down

and begin a new phase of healing.

 

Until that fateful morrow comes,

No matter how unknown,

I'll keep walking this winded path,

Trying to find my home.