Most of what I post of my writings is inspired by my art. I observe the art and write what comes to me. However, this one is a bit different. I wrote this and then looked for one of my artworks which was a good compliment to the poem. The piece is called regeneration and has noise and chaos mixed with something new and green. The poem speaks of being lost and coming home. I think they are a nice fit for each other.
Come Home
Broken down walls
Of a broken down life
Hidden in plain sight
The life of the party
For all to see
And none to see
The empty, the lonely, the broken
Longing to be whole
Longing to be free
Torn between two worlds
The secret silent ache of every beating heart
Lonely and lost
Wandering this dark and weary road
Yet among the noise
Of 10,000 voices
One calls
Come home
Never loud
Never forceful
Always present
Come home
As gentle as the breeze
As soft as light
dancing in shadows
Warm
with comfort
Almost unheard
Almost unknown
yet ever present
always calling
Come home
Drawn to the whisperings of the creator’s voice
Looking for the place
where my heart knows it is alive
I hear
Come and find rest
Come and find peace
Come and find the place where you belong
Prints of Regeneration are available for purchase by clicking the image below
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