Coming Home


When I feel like giving up, again

I want to fall into your arms

Where I know I’m safe from harm

As you hold me bound together


Picking up the tattered pieces

Providing me everything I need

Familiar comfort and stability

Allows me to breathe and succeed


A Walkabout

I want to bare my soles
With you and take a stroll
While holding on to your hand
To walk across the vast land

Soaking sun-rays as it tans
Leave footpaths in the sand
Sloughing away our worries
Walking without a hurry

Step over the grassy edge
Onto the lush, moist sedge
Cool healing gives relief
Through the beds of our feet

Climb the treacherous peaks
Knowing it could take weeks
Approaching it together
Despite the trying weather