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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Experience · #1643402
Personal account of releasing fear and finding Home
I have teleported to the moon,
Floated high above like a balloon,
I've sang the words to every tune,
But I never made it home.

I shared many meals with the family,
While sacrificing all of my sanity,
I have gave myself away as charity,
But I never made it home.

I have drowned myself in liquor,
While making my skin grow thicker,
I have almost pulled life's trigger,
But I never made it home.

I have helped many in need,
I have also tasted greed,
I have watched myself bleed,
But I never made it home.

I have broken every rule,
And forced myself through school,
I've been a nerd and I've been cool,
But I never made it home.

I have traveled over oceans,
I've drank all of life's potions,
I have wallowed in my emotions,
But I never made it home.

I have followed rules and played fair,
I have chosen truth instead of dare,
I always remembered to come up for air,
But I never made it home.

I have clouded my brain with smoke,
Held the fumes in past the choke,
And then I took another toke,
But never did I make it home.

I have oozed major sex appeal,
Let many boys catch a feel,
I've used my body to close a deal,
But never made it home.

I have been the class clown,
The funniest girl in town,
Turned many frowns upside down,
But I never made it home.

I have hated those who hurt me,
And I've been consumed by jealousy,
I have been obsessed with vanity,
But I never made it home.

I have abused all of the drugs,
Accepted many warm hugs,
I've crawled on the floor with the bugs,
But I never made it home.

I have been sexually abused,
I've used people and I've been used,
Laughed when I shouldn't have been amused,
But I never made it home.

I have knelt and prayed in a pew,
I've tasted the mornings fresh dew,
I have lied and I have been true,
But never did I make it home.

I have respected those above me,
And I begged many others to love me,
I have toasted the finest bubbly,
But I never made it home.

One day the clouds finally began to clear,
Once I realized that my life had been controlled by fear.
And while I was shedding my last frightened tear,
I jumped into the drivers seat and began to steer.

I finally made it home.
And for sure the sweetest song,
Is the knowledge of learning that home itself -
Was inside me all along.






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