Here

by rrunthegun

April 16, 2023

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For so long it seems
I’ve wandered this place
and its many turns
to always come back
wanting more, seeking more

I meet new faces in all these places
and still I find myself rummaging for
a thing I cannot name,
for a thing I have not yet claimed

How frequently must I trek the Mountains,
and swim the Ocean,
and walk these roads,
before I can finally hold onto that very thing I have not yet known?

Can somebody—anybody—hear me?
Is there anyone out there—my God—help me.

My feet are tired, filled with blisters
arms are weak, my body shriveled
I walk the road once more, and there I see a line I’m ready to cross, I’m ready to win,
I’m ready to find—it.

For so long now it seems
I’ve wandered this place
and its many turns
to only find the thing I have longed before
has always been buried deep within
My God,
carry me home
carry me home.

Alas,
I am home.

-RachelRun