Why Go Back
Sometimes what ails us can be cured, if we know where to look.
All is not lost
Nor shall it ever be
For with even the greatest of cost
There is forever in thee
Escapes from the world around
Travels as far as you can dream
What joys and wonders will about
Things are lost, they only seem
Find solace in knowing you can find a haven
In the most desperate of times, it awaits
At the end of the rope, dirty and unshaven
Running from the fickle hand of the fates
Always there when you are ready with open eyes
A place gripping you tight, raising you from the flame
Escaping for precious moments all things you despise
Realizing within them, some things still feel the same
Like children enjoying a warm and safe embrace
Long before leaving to make their mark
Before they went off to conquer the vastness of space
Growing old, watching the world on a bench in the park
All how yearn to feel the memories so warm
Escaping the trials of and demons of the day
From the ugly to being guts deep in the war
They all would go back for a chance to be safe and play
Forget not where that safe place resides
Go in search of it when at your most beaten
Remember, it is you from it that runs and hides
A visit from time to time and life will sweeten
For it was you that walked away
On your journey through time
Always thinking of going back someday
Forgetting it was a place where you could feel fine
Lost in the days, you have become
Remember not what you knew so well
A life like yours lived in your mind by only some
Thinking you were the only one living in hell
Missed moments and chances, your fault
Twas you that chose your path so rash
Locked what mattered in your secret vault
Suffered so much when your life crash
That one place you miss
It is easier to get to than you think
The warmth of feeling the sun's first kiss
Something to hold onto when you’re on the brink
Smells that twang upon heartstrings
Memories of when the world was yours to take
Smiles at a simple phone that rings
Times and people that you would forsake
Before it’s too late, my haphazard friend
Remember to open your eyes
See that we all have an end
Find that place before you’re the one who dies
All along, it has been there
You were too blind to see
All that about you did once care
It came along with you as a memory
It’s been inside you all along
To blind to see you’re not alone
Swallow that pride, admit you were wrong
The cure for your troubles has a name…
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Jason Ray Morton
I have always enjoyed writing and exploring new ideas, new beliefs, and the dreams that rattle around inside my head. I have enjoyed the current state of science, human progress, fantasy and existence and write about them when I can.
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Beautifully written!! Loved it!!!💕❤️❤️
There's no one to blame but ourselves for not returning home. Unless we're someone who has never had one, never known what it is to be loved, accepted, welcomed, never known arms into which they could simply fall. Or if what we have known has been taken from us by others. I just watched "The Banshees of Inisherin" last night. That's essentially what happens to Pádraic as his lifelong best friend suddenly decides he wants nothing to do with him, his sister with whom he has always lived moves to the mainland, his favorite pet (miniature donkey) gets killed by his former best friend, & the one young man on the island who follows him around & wants to be his friend drowns in the lake. He tries restoring that sense of home by bringing his horse & cow into the house, but there is nothing to restore that sense of home & belonging as it is tied to all of those as well as to the island (where at best others tolerate him).
This poem is full of wisdom. The title is perfect for it!!!!!
YES!