This is one of my narrative or story poems that I wrote awhile back, and has been one of my favorites….  Sometimes at one moment or another-especially while we are young, there are moments when we get lost.  Life can get difficult and events will test us.  There are other moments, when it’s like we have been walking around in a daze, - until something or someone finally wakes us up from our “dream,” or nightmare.   No matter what-somehow we always find our way back home. Home is where our heart is-and no matter how bad things get, we always go back home.

Home is our comfort zone-we always return.

Finding Home  

She awoke just a few moments after sunrise.

Feeling the wetness of morning dew sticking to her face

After a long sleep upon the cold grassy ground.

Gathering her strength to awaken tired eyes,

She stretches in a state of confusion.

At once, she questions herself how she ever had ended up here

in the first place.

Laying upon this cold damp grass,

She finds herself in a yard she once called home.

Yet with no memory or recollection of how she traveled here.

Perhaps it was her deep conscious that lead her to this drunken state.

Sometimes her heart knew how much home was missed before she too

Could realize it herself.

Feeling around her surroundings, her heart felt an unwelcoming ache.

A place she played while she was young…

Yet a place, deserted years ago.

Looking to the sun, tears stung her virgin eyes.

“Please bring me home,” she whispers

So many years after a wrong turn,

Her growing journey had stopped to a halt.

… An aching heart that had begun to lead the way.”

“Please bring me home...” again she whispered.

With a ray of glorious light, the loving arms of a golden angel

Wrapped herself around the poor young girl’s fragile body,

And carried her to a cozy brick home with a antique red door,

A heart engraved with the word “home“ hung upon it.

An elderly couple answered and immediate embraced this young tearful woman.

The Lord, had helped her finally find her way home

after such a  troublesome journey.

“I love you mom and dad,” she whispered.

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-ariana r. cherry 2008

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