Writers Jam

Left to make the house a home,
Returned midway to a call that I could never pick ever alone.
Losing someone can sound silly-
Not until they lay in front of you without a breath.
The home that showered love,
And the man that painted peace around
Now rest in peace and left us in pieces
To the cracked walls and leaking tones,
The pictures in the corner that scream alone,
Voice around said "once you leave,
You never belong there.” Oh how i wish to live in that place,
Back before we lost the way to the grave.
Being home , being there
Feeling of belonging somewhere,
Begging to be there.
To be chosen and loved,
To feel worthy and enough,
The joy that paints peace along,
The happiness that sparks alone.
To the growth and gratitude,
to life without lonely tunes,
To find the one that is lost,
We tend to run back to that place.
The place of answers before the questions even raised.
But sometimes my demons whisper "you can never go home again."