On the Road

 I’m home, and I’m not.

The road is narrow and every time

I stumble I’m not home.

The breeze strikes my face

reminding me of the white border lines

The trees dance enticing me

with hope to stay on that road.

The birds sing to keep me

from the drudgery of walking, from dying.

The sun nourishes me and then

punishes me.

The moon lightens my path

and enlightens my heart.

It’s a long road, a lonely one

as the fake applauders,

the ones who clap only when things are going well,

Soon drift away.

Yet, the more I walk on that road

my road

the closer I feel at home.

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