Going Home

Frightened she came crying into the world,

Bringing smiles all around

She'd come a long way,

Ventured through the dark

To find her home

She journeyed through life with a quest,

To find a place to belong

She searched far and wide,

Ventured through the dark

To search for her home

Every place held valleys of promise,

Boldly, she faced the unknown,

With hope ever present in her heart,

But was met with a cold glare, from everywhere,

“This isn’t your home, you must search some more”

And as she kept walking, time went on,

Finding her on a lonely moment,

Teary, and begging for a sense of the Grand Plan

The elusive home that she failed to understand.

Was it a place of no fear?

Was it a person, an emotion, a creation or an action?

Drained, she looked up to see the vision,

“It just is. you- you are”, It said gently to her.

Nature doesn’t figure it out, but flows.

She looked with tired eyes, willing to surrender.

To an idea, a belief. To flow.

Ah! Comfort.  

The way a hotel comforts at the end of a day in a strange place,

The way a house comforts at the end of a journey away.

A natural order. Sleep.

No judgements, no prejudice.

Just sleep waiting with warm arms.

She smiled, “Sleep beckons, I’m going home”

And ventured through the dark

To reach her home