The Path Home
It’s unnerving how so easily
And nonchalantly I deviate
Spin off in odd directions
Off on a tangent lose my path
Without roots and effortless
adrift I sway in the first passing wind
And let myself be carried away
By any summer’s night breeze
Captivated in some stargazing moment
Charmed by the beauty of magical illusion
While I naively wander from my inner kingdom
Unsuspectingly breaking free from freedom itself
It’s most disturbing when I’ve strayed
Because for the longest time the path home
Really seems like it may be lost forever
Before I know it I question if I've lost myself
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 7, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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