Poetry

Feeling lost is not from wanting what you lack
Feeling lost is that inner yearning to go back
The courage to stand up and lift your knapsack
And find your way back home on that lonely track.
 
Where do I truly belong in this land of nowhere?
Why am I still feeling lost and in utter despair?
I journeyed everywhere to seek better welfare
But everything tells me to go back “there”.
 
This “there” is my roots, my home and origin
The land I left and have now almost forgotten
Tell me where to find a go-back-home beacon
That will lead me back to the land of my brethren.
 
What road do I take for I have lost all trace
The crumbs I left behind are scattered all place
But I'm not afraid to go ahead or make the wrong turn
Because this longing for home in my heart still burns.
 
I still hear noises from the haggling market women
The voices of mothers calling out to their children
The crackling of the roof under the hot midday sun
And the silence on the street when the day's hustle is done.
 
As these memories surface, I see the crumbs aligned
As I boldly take the first step, I see my home in my mind
I'm bound for home and it doesn't matter where I start
All roads lead to home and the journey starts from the heart.