Home

I ran frantically home;

knowing something was wrong,

imagining the worst, as past has taught to expect;

imaging tears, blood and death.

I ran frantically to my love;

pleading to gods I don’t believe in,

praying a prayer i never knew;

believing in something that does not exist;

that my home does not become the havoc that exists outside.

a world full of misery, devoid of creativity, devoid of love.

I ran frantically to reach my childhood;

where things were easier, and my family was young

life more innocent and fun.

I ran to the photographs taken on polaroids that exist but are fading.

I ran home to a soul young but body aging.

I finally reached.

To find everything I wanted there.

Home, a frame of mind; home, a place of love.

Home, a piece of my heart.

There. For me to keep and retain.

There. For me to sustain.

There. A dream ending on a happy note.

Home. A dream that exists and where I belong.