It seems as though I’ve been astray <br />Unbeknownst until this day; <br />I’ve learned a lot and I’ve been shone <br />That now’s the time for coming home; <br />Not in the way that seems straightforward <br />But to my old self I’m marching toward; <br />I’ve taken a long, unneeded break <br />I’m coming home for my own sake; <br />In times of heartache it seemed so dark <br />But in the end, reform it sparked; <br />I cannot say I love the method <br />But I’ve emerged somewhat intrepid; <br />For far too long, the nowhere man <br />Hiding in my nowhere land, <br />At long last I understand <br />I lost all site of tasks at hand; <br />Though the road was very painful <br />The end result is more so gainful; <br />After so long looking through my tainted scope <br />I’ve found that there is always hope; <br />For now I see with clarity <br />It’s my old self I wish to be.<br /><br />Michael Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-29/
