Friday, October 21, 2011

a true home.

Whipping winds
pouring rain.
a chill sets in my bones.

Water dripping
the storms over
A light shines from afar

Walking slowly
in hopes of shelter
water streaming away.

The light grows closer
I hear laughter
I pick up the pace.

I run forward
slipping, sliding
Desire to see another face.

Its been so long
I've been so cold
The road I travel is lonely.

On the porch
each step creaking
I approach the door.

As I get closer.
light comes shining
someones standing there.

I see my hero
a true savior
the man I want to be.

He's always been there
how I love him.
I'll always have a home.

1 comment:

  1. i really like this one, might be my favorite, until you write another favorite, haha.
    but i am glad to hear this one, it's kinda down, but also very uplifting.

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