Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.129.253.49
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
returning home was quite different 
than i'd imagined i mean i expected
the waving flags the gentle smiles 
warm handshakes familiar family 

friends totally unaware 
just how much of a stranger
i was to myself we shared 
good foods good cheer 

wines for good health 
an yet i was begining to fade
into a hidden bunker within myself 
sadness emerged i soon drifted 

apologizing for laughing 
at sensitive matters 
or crying at the most hilarious jokes
secretly i thought of medic red cross 

these notions were exchanged 
with long lines insensitive 
health care laws i found myself 
face to face in a mirror of pure dread 

my skull oddly shaped 
speech was now slurred 
double vision and vertigo 
odd feelings of standing 

on a high ledge even if 
i was safely planted 
on a sidewalk curve 
my feet stumbled

i felt inadequate 
why i'd forgotten 
how to tie my own shoes 
this stranger looking back at me 

returned home as i emerged 
a silent press conferences 
with myself beckoning 
my attention to focus 

on traumatic events to feed 
this unneeded energy 
i wasn't willing to explore 
i'd heard the whispering
 
sudden gestures calm distractions 
saying honey you are home now 
an yet i was this stranger 
with unexpressed emotions 

i suppose a gallery of feelings 
a canvas to be displayed
in this place called home 
full of calmness warm breezes
 
pink lemonade an yet 
planes flew over my head
mental emotional bombs went off 
as i searched through the rubble 

of my mind for comfort 
familiar ground solidarity
i soon became numb 
within a diary expressing joy
 
painful sorrowful memories 
i gently craved a place this place 
they called home a place i couldn't foresee 
or wrap my consciousness around it

i'd dreamed of it i watched the faces 
experience this place the proud eyes 
admiring my dog tags my boots my passport
uttering the words you are a hero 

our hero is home an yet 
i never met their hero not once 
not during sadness not during bouts of fear 
not during uneasy moments 

when faced with someone 
who loves me so much 
an yet they never met me 
the stranger they didn't know 

i'd left their hero behind cowardly 
i couldn't face this heroes journey 
i'd tucked it away behind depression 
anxiety and fear unwilling to relive

or remember without panting 
hearing unwanted heart beats
unwanted conversations
fight or flight momentum 

while silent voices repeated 
come back home honey come home 
totally unaware that i was 
this stranger in a heroes house
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required