I had four walls
and a roof above my head.
Yet it never was
and never felt like home to me.

I was young and restless
I was lost and drifting.
Yet she kept coming back,
kept calling me home.

I had to leave
I had to find myself.
She sent me away with tears
and waited to welcome me home.

I made a mess,
I sank deep into the abyss.
Even then she reached out her hand
and pulled me back home.

It took me awhile
but now I know what I want.
She smiled at me despite my slowness
and set out to rebuild our home.

And in all my travels
and after all my failures,
I finally realise
her arms were always my home.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s