home home

I don’t come
from ancient people or places
rather
from bruises, scars, and stitches that
define my lineage

 

Father, guide me
Brother, hang out with me
Sister, read with me
Mother, sing to me
once more

resting from
lost battles
I was scared
hiding from
unseen ghosts

home
home

Mangoes and kiwis
summer called me out once more
until
fall came
serial rains fell once more

Daughter, come home to me
Friend, reach out once more
Love, I tried to forget who you were
once more

I am traveling home
every night I reach for my bed
only to have sleep escape me
once more

home
home

There’s no pathway home
there’s no journey abroad
there’s no sleep tonight
the days arrive with a dull light

slow dancing
naked
in christmas lights
makes memories cold
and goosebumps rise

Searching to find restlessness
shadows crossed
our skin
No instant forgiveness
but a drawn out retreat

home
home

 

Suffering Love Laughing At Myself is the first poetry book of Adam Fletcher Sasse and is available at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1492244651/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=thefreechildp-20&camp=1789&creative=9325&linkCode=as2&creativeASIN=1492244651&linkId=f44cc486f1762084454de9227854ae90

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *