The Journey Home

Written On A Whim

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Walking alone towards home

I ponder over my destiny.

Each day as I return from work

It seems as though the setting sun

Wants my daily progress report

And sinks in disappointment

Seeing meagre achievements.

Walking under the amber lights

I look at fellow humans

In a rush to reach home themselves

Or perhaps to reach their workplace, I know not.

For some, the road is their workplace;

Their sullen faces betraying disappointment

Frustration and monotony.

I also see people amble past.

As if they are from another realm.

Families of four, crowds of three, groups of two.

They appear rich, in wealth and in love;

Their sight compounds my frustrations

And convinced that I am a lone warrior

I trod along with heavier steps.

Feeling emptier than before.

As I open the door to my home

My mother receives me with a smile

Glad that I came back

For every day is a struggle.

In the warmth of my home

I realize a great fool I was

To have deemed myself miserable

I am but as wealthy as any other,

My bastion of love filled with definitely more occupants to come.

But bastions don’t move with the warrior, do they?

And so I go off to sleep

With my blade of hope re-sharpened.

The next day cynicism shall blunt it again

And the setting sun shall still remain unimpressed.

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