The Long Way Home

Take the long way home.
Look around as you roam.
Don’t be afraid to believe
that love will set us all free.
Take the time to view places
you once knew. Watch as
grey skies turn blue. Listen
to sounds you once heard.
It takes too long for letters
to become words. Sit. Wait
as time drives us to our fate.
Take the long way home
and take time for yourself.
The long way always helps.

The Haunting

Haunted by voices, the only child sees
shadows pass by. When he closes
his eyes, he can still see the demons
haunting him. Noise fills the still air.
Haunted by those who won’t leave,
he stays up all night. One night,
the only child hears his name being called.
Afraid and awake, he walks toward
the voice calling his name. He gets
close enough to see a ballpoint pen
lodged between a blank journal.
The only child picks up the pen, filling
up the blank pages. He writes, “I’m not
real” over and over. The voices stop,
and the shadows disappear. The only
child closes the journal, then the curtains
are thrown open. The shining light
illuminates his transparent face.
The light shines right through.
Surrounded by life, the only child sees
his future then jumps into the past. It felt
so real for him. He almost forgot, he was
a lurking shadow, once alive and well.
The only child visits the blank journal
now and again to encounter memories
once made, remembered, and forgot.

Our Song

I play our song
when I’m alone.
I hear our song
on my way home.
Track 24 plays
for all my days.
Our song will last
as long as I do.
Life goes fast,
but our song
slows the time.
I am happy
when I hear
our song. Dear,
it won’t be long.
We are strong.
I hear our song
and I think of us.
It brings me back
to a simpler time.
I hear our song
to just rewind –
to just unwind.
I keep our song
in my mind.

The Sound of Rain

The sound of rain drowns out the pain
all before the showers stop.
The sound of rain keeps me sain.
It blessed me and the earth’s crop.
I always dance in the rain.
The sound of rain calms my brain.
I pray for rain to teach me;
I pray for rain to reach all
roots in my family tree.
I hear the sound of rain
washing all my pain away.

Wishful Thinking

Over and again, I wish it was different.

I want you to feel better.

You are always curious about where I went,

but the way it was didn’t last forever.

This reoccurring scene is stuck on repeat

and it changed the way I live my life.

This heavy song still plays off-beat

from bright mornings to darker nights.

I truly wish for you to be happy;

I hope you find some peace at last.

I find that my feet are still tapping

to a familiar song from my past.