Where I Belong

February 19, 2009
The strum of a guitar, or the beat of the drums
is what gets me through the rain that comes
and drenches the uneven roads of gravel
with a sadness. We do not want to travel.

It's you that I see in the midst of this haze.
I'm lost, but I find that I belong in your gaze.
Forward- for there's no other way to reach you
And this time fear will not take me askew.

I can hear your voice chime from a distance,
singing the words that make me glad of my existence
My name echoes louder each time you call;
maybe I'm getting closer, or nowhere at all.

But from these heights, I can see where I belong-
in your arms; you were my home all along.

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waLKinHEartACHE said...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 1:05 pm
home is in the arms of someone you love. this piece is very heartfelt.
Jacqui Y. said...
Apr. 4, 2009 at 5:36 pm
Really good
ily said...
Mar. 9, 2009 at 7:05 pm
i love this poem it is soo touching you put so much feeling to it and i can relate to it soo much as can probably a lot of other teenage girls. please continue to write you are very good. :)
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