Coming Home

Everybody’s coming home.

What looked like long and rocky trails,

what looked like walls, what looked like jails,

what looked like horrid snarls

of debt and obligation

are all the same

We set out on our journey

with strong resolve,

desperately determined

to give all it takes,

This time to finally leap free

of all those loops that snagged us,

dragged us back

so many times

We’re coming home.

It may be our resolve

or just the truth of our belonging:

The hard travails begin to fade

as we engage them —

We wake,

We wake to find ourselves

home.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 11, 2014