Home

I keep watch

Or the watch keeps me

Tucked away in the elastic moments

Where I was, I am

And I will be

It is the night we go out looking for a home

He lets me run wild

His wild child

I explore the darkest of corners with no fear

Bang my head against the wall I cannot see

I remember the black searing pain

His shirt damp with my tears

The softness of his arms, his words

Telling me to be strong, and brave

I cling to those arms

The warmth and the touch

All of which spell home.

I look at him now

Or through him, I’m not sure

He walks through the ruins of his life

Towards a darkness of his own

I want to offer him this paper-thin redemption

A mosaic of promises and a taste of home

But I cannot move, sinking deeper into myself

And he keeps walking

I keep watch

Or the watch keeps me

And time, like a chewed out gum,

Stretches indefinitely beyond

Which way is home?

#101DaysofPoetry Day 2

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