Going Home

I wrote this poem after reading Michael Morpurgo’s ‘Coming Home’ poem, which follows the journey of a robin as it migrates from Scandinavia to England. I utilised the structure and form of his poem and applied it to my life

Go my soul and go my eyes,

Onwards, onwards through fateful times,

Lift me, lift me home.

I must travel on.

Travel on.

Beckoning, calling, summoning, coaxing,

Drawing me homewards.

Homewards.

Travelling time on the wings of hope.

Fly my soul. Fly.

Anticipate home, yearn only for home,

Traversing on, voyaging on, journeying on.

Soar my soul, soar,

Steady my eyes. Steer steady.

Alone with Him in my heart,

Over the youngest years, through the sleeplessness,

She, my soul-mate joins me.

Together, our souls glide on.

Glide on.

Eyes sickening, body weakening, lungs dying,

Be strong my soul.

Be strong.

Falling, failing, fading…

Eyes glimpsing home.

Safe, warm, free, secure,

Soul’s rest.

Eyes discerning, eyes burning,

Dragged back, hauled back.

Next time.

Silence.

Soul’s suffocating silence.

Eyes searching onwards, upwards,

Trapped.

Until, until…

…I look out and see,

Eyes discerning, fingers pointing, letters spelling,

Break free my soul,

Break free.

Onwards, eyes dancing soul’s beat,

Dance on my eyes.

Beat on my soul.

Home is calling, beckoning,

Soul’s yearning home.