It is home

It is home

I came back to,

Licking my wounds

Whenever the hard edges

Of the world

Were too severely felt.

Shaken to the core by the

Folly of man’s greed

His insatiable need

To thrive and prosper

At the expense of grace,

Damaging innocence

In a blind rage

Just to save face.

Even the heart of a family

Can be devoured

By secrets,

Lies are a plague

On your house,

Envy is a poison

That can break a will

Even kill

If you allow it.

But home will wait

Its walls a sheltering comfort,

The collectables

Of a lifetime

Ooze with the companionship

Of familiarity,

Easing the transition

From tortured soul

To custodian of

Shared history.

It is home,

A welcome

Heartening protection,

A refuge from the

Wildest storm.

How much longer

Will safe haven follow

Before the hollow

Of its emptiness

Swallows me whole.

How soon

Will it be

Before the silence

Of wanting

Builds a prison

For the soul.

With you not here

When will it be easy

To shake my head

And walk away.