THE LONG ROAD HOME

The road to my home is near, but yet quite far.
I can walk my way - but pebbles and gravels
slowing my pace.

I can't walk at pace,
As I always stumble out of place.
How should I keep abreast ;
When I lost my grace?

The trodden trails of my footsteps disappeared without trace.
How shall I find my ways,
when my sense of direction out of place?

My heart and mind in disarray,
while my soul being put at bay.
How am I going to say.
When my way back home is far away?

Can I say it's near,
when in reality it's out of my way.
When that's the way,
then the road home is indeed far far away.

- Rb Salleh