Getting Home Poem by Lynn Anne Brown

Getting Home



The road was rough
The landscape had been torn apart
Demons were howling at the Doors
Winds were tearing at the edges
Fires burned fiercely in ragged eyes
Stones cracked beneath their heat
And waters boiled angrily in response
And the Trees were crying out
And the People, The People fled
And We Knew we had the Power
The Terrifying Ability
To Destroy
As we imagined
The worst of our intentions
Running Wild
Strength without Restraint
Is Terrifying
Who needs Horror
When you're taught in School
That they just figured out
How to blow up the world
And in that moment
Either the World
Or I
Went Mad
Maybe Both
As we reached out
In Gestures of
Mutual Survival
We would not
Lit them split
Our world
In Half
As we learned
To live between
The either or's
Of regaining sanity
Learning the how's and why's
Of Keeping Life Worthwhile
And Sometimes I really wondered
When dire predictions said
We wouldn't even make it
to 1999
And if we did
We wouldn't like
Where we had gotten
And while I can't speak
For anyone one else
While times were often hard
In the end it got me hear
Within earshot
Of those
With whom
I want to Listen
And that has made Surviving
The Long Cold Night Worthwhile.

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Lynn Anne Brown

Lynn Anne Brown

Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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