I looked for my front porch the other night.
Longingly, wandering about the feeling of being home at last.
But I stumbled past
shady trees, which held my sight.
Mockingly pretending, they would shield the rain,
take on the lightening blasts.
I grazed my knees on acacia thorns, discarded by tall vagabonds,
Resiliently I hoped, my persistence could lead me further on.
But, you aren’t home, until your home.
And makeshift huts cant keep you warm for long.
So lost I was, for what felt like infinity.
I found the stairs, the mat and keys,
waiting for my tattered knees, to walk into the arms of my four walls.
Now I can fall,
on cushioned, strong, loving
That I feel and know are sure.
Ive found my cure.
Not false allure,
But, honest, surety
in which I have all the the strength,
Thank you, for meeting me,
Home sweet home.