My journey begins home
Gathering faint beats of a scarred heart,
Shuttered smiles that barely crease
The portentous halo lifts in surprise.
Outfit tattered, yet dignity intact
My journey begins home,
On obscure paths lit by acceptance
Spongy shoulders wait to soak up my tears.
The warmth of familiar hearth kills the chill
That threatens to numb my sanguine soul
My journey begins home
Whose peeling skin will hug me tight.
Stop not! My bruised self urges me on
I hold on to trees unbowed through the storm
Thunder claps spark faith in a failing mind.
My journey begins home.
***
Note: This poem is dedicated to all victims of abuse. There’s a home ready to welcome them. They should gather strength to journey on and give it back.
This poem is of the poetic style #Viator
Invented by Robin Skelton, author of The Shapes of Our Singing, Viator rules are quite simple:
- The first line is a refrain, which appears as the second line of the second stanza, as the third line of the third stanza, as the fourth line of the fourth stanza, and so on depending on how many lines there are in each stanza and how many stanzas there are in the poem.
- The refrain is the final line of the final stanza!
