POEM 149: FINDING HOME
There's a music playing on the radio
and the lyrics go like this:
You have your heart drawn
you had other feelings to hang your hopes on
every road led you down the wrong turn
never one ever loved you so much
as to never let you go.
Here to today, the next they're gone
everything always felt wrong
so you found another way.

You've got an old guitar
the way you strike the rusty chords
could make gods rise to dance
forget they're deity, and to you bow;
           yet you feel alone.
So you just play along and sigh
           and when your grief-laden voice rise
oceans ripple in moans and cry
           until the moon ashamed hides
and the sun takes cover behind clouds;
so you found another rhyme.

You have a large heart
so large the universe could in it hide,
but no one sees the hurt in your eyes...
how sad, they only love your guitar
and the music that you brew
how it intoxicates their hurting hearts.
They way you see the world
             it got you this far
You might have some bruises
            and a few scars
but you sing sweetly still
           playing on your rusty guitar
smiling painfully as hips rise and fall 
           in love dance.
You're stronger though you're scared
so you found another smile.

If you're lost in thoughts
     and the silence deafening
            You strike hard your guitar chords
     and sing silence to sleep...
            as you float in search for home.

If you're lost in the crowd
     like a grain of rice in a bag of sand
           you sprout like a seedling
and dig your roots deep down...
     as you reach down for home.

If you're lost in the night
     and the lights are blinding
            sing the stars into hiding
and something magical will call you home...
     you will find home.

When you find home
remember the song on the radio
and the lyrics that brought you home.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu
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