POETRY: On My Way Home

ON MY WAY HOME


It is night and I am walking alone.
Out from work and back into the world,
I long to go back to reality.
I am on my way home.

As I look at the road ahead,
I see a clear path before me.
The road turns yet again
as I make my way home.

The wind tonight is chilly;
as I shiver again and again.
Driving faster only makes it colder.
It takes so long to get home.

Someday I know I will be home.
But tonight I go back to where I lay my head.
Home is where you are.
And that is where I long to be.

I close my eyes and whisper a prayer,
hoping that someday we will be together.
And though I have to be patient and mum,
I know that day will surely come.