Came through
one more time,
still noting the significance
of each
and every trial;
the beauty of this dissonance.
I used to believe
that monsters didn’t exist
in the daylight,
and that there would only be
one journey home.
Now, I have made
a hundred forays
out into the world,
and I know for sure,
there are things
of light and darkness.
There are monsters
that walk in the day.
There are blacker moments
at noon,
than midnight,
and I have seen them all
along the way.
I will always
know that feeling
of coming home,
even if it’s for the
hundredth time.
Our wide valley,
shining with golden light,
opens her arms
and the fear is gone.
Every expedition
out into the world;
so inexplicable,
so complicated,
so beautiful
and difficult,
leads me back
to my small piece
of peace upon this Earth.
Where we’re from
is part of who we are.
We know all
the monsters in the dark,
but those that stalk the light
have teeth
just as sharp.
I journey home,
where I leave my heart,
my soul,
my life.
Following the sky,
glowing golden bright.
HG – 2021
