Home Poem by Mark Trajano

Longing, I have been, for a place to rest,
Longing for a place of no test,
Does not matter if it’s from the east nor west.
Years were counted and forgotten along the way,
Which path it was, I can no longer say,
All I ever wanted was a place to stay.

Like tigers and lions on the chase,
Were my demons dancing in my shadows’ base,
Ready to pounce not wanting me to win the race.
Giving in a few times, a life I lost every moment,
The soul that I am clearly has rust and a dent,
But the search goes for a home to be content.

Today was like the Sun burning through my being,
So intense, demons and angels resort to hiding,
As I was cleansed with the Fire intensely burning.
All burdens have been uplifted like jars of clay off my shoulder,
I looked up and smiled, feeling I’ve never been younger,
Closed my eyes and rest my heart at the foot of The Molder.