Coming home?
Crossing the threshold
of the tempestuous
past
I planned to escape
The orange desire of my
sacral chakra
ablaze with the pain only
banished joy can
bestow
I ache for her....
my city
Once again
along the road of my
misaligned life
I find myself
standing before the door
of my once known
home
What stumbled and stray reality
returned me to this
passionless
place I planned to
escape?
How did I discover my
feet upon the
wooden creaky stairs
again?
Descending....
as if in a
dream destroying delusional
downward
spiral
Home.....
I do not feel as if I am
home
I was kidnapped by happenstance.....
taken from my
true home
nestled in the wrapped embrace
of my mama ocean
Living on the island
eclectic
Guarded by the steel structured
sentry
She takes my very breath
when I witness her orange
desire and
beauty ablaze in the
sun
The gasp of my soul.... audible
and felt fully
within the chambers
of my childlike
heart
Painted true... she stands tall amidst the
baby blue cloud clustered
or perfectly still
sky
This sky, where the angels live and
look down upon they
who reside there
The cloudy clusters
their pillowed billows to
play within
In the pretty hippie city by the
benevolent bay
My bay, my city.....childlike
My
home....
Does she ache for me
too?
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