The Road To Home

I went down the road that

shone hollow

like a moonless night.

I walked,

closer to the edge,

into the darkness

of my heart.

I found some old wounds

lying naked

in agony.

They wanted my sore touch

to live again.

They felt undesirable

having been forgotten

for so long.

I found some abandoned dreams

buried below

my consciousness.

They wanted my fresh memories

to reside again.

They felt vain

having been forbidden

for so long.

I found some shattered promises

pierced with

shards of lying words.

They wanted my consoling voice

to believe again.

They felt betrayed

having been denied

for so long.

I found some withering hopes

stifled with

merciless truths.

They wanted my reviving belief

to rise again.

They felt defeated

having been lost

for so long

The sweet pull 

of being wanted,

invited me

in its open arms.

With abundant emptiness

to settle down

in the known comfort of hurt.

And as much as

I wanted to stay,

love pulled stronger

than all the dark forces

ever conjured.

I found that blossoming love

trickling down

the dark abyss

of cold misery

and unforgiving regrets.

It wanted nothing from me,

having found

the rest of me,

after so long.

I found the road,

at last, to Home.