Coming Home

I’ve been adrift on the sea, a lost soul of ideal inspiration Tossed asunder amongst realities harsh waves of the incomplete, A disembarked being, caught at the mercy of a thundering riptide Of indecision, floundering, drowning alone, with no life preserver To cling upon! Rolling waves crashing against my bare exposed mental flesh, I’ve know the deeply threshing under currents of the starving mind, Of the uninspired, the de-mused, without imaginations glory, An orphaned child without thoughts infusion! Once I disembarked on a sinking craft, a vessel without sail or wind, Ideally wondering having no true course, or no dead reckonings landing Point of reference! A voiceless refuge unable to scream for help, to and fro so did I just rock upon the waves of homeless, and helpless, In this self- inflicted imprisonment so did this castaway dwell, In this empty ocean, alone mariner aboard a sinking ship! But than a far off light shown, it burned at my blind eyes, With such brilliance did it so shine, as if by a magic I Couldn’t understand or comprehended, my tiny boat Find its way into a safe sheltering port, many open Hands reached out to this lost soul and pulled me Upwards towards inspirations dry land! Voices spoke gently unto me in the whispering winds Of imagination, your free here, you’ve come home At last, soar, fly be at peace now drifter, you are welcome Here amongst thy kindred! Standing at the dock of acceptance, I turned and watched My tiny ship torn apart by the hurling waves of change, Then I realized that many others were still left on this Ocean of aloneness, and how lucky I was to find my Way home at last! I’ve found my place in this big old world at last, Here where I can express myself, Amongst others whom have excepted me for myself, On this island called the internet, In a cyber-family, amongst my friends and kindred, I’ve finally come home at last, in a place Mixed with diversities beauty, In this poetry soup of humanity! Here I’ve tried my anchor, no more a wander, Just a voyager remembering, looking upwards At an inspirational sky and finally able to bath In the guiding wake of my own imagination, And sharing it with others of my own poetic Experience, thank you for the welcoming, I’m home at last! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN