Like a Return Home

Like a return home,
the sensation feels so inviting.
So warm and right.
So natural and without effort.
Little has changed.
Everything is-as it was.
My place has always been set.
It’s been here for years but no dust has collected.
No feelings forgotten.
No Love Lost.
Regret and resentment has matured to understanding.

Or is that just the foolish arrogance of someone wanting to believe all is well.
The closed mind refusing to believe.
The perfectionist’s dread as their faith waivers.
I begin to tremble.
My knees falter.
I collapse to the floor as doubt crashes in like waves to wash my Sand Castle away.

All that’s left is the sea.
The tide’s now gone.
The calm waters reflecting the beauty of the moon in the horizon.
The shadows cast from the remains of my castle reach out to me.
But I can’t look away from the heavenly glow.

I’m lost in its aura.
And I feel at home.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

There are so many lines here that bare repeating, but I think the enormity of one really shook me, and that is how "...regret and resentment has matured to understanding". And as much truth there is to be found here, there is beauty in your reference to the "heavenly glow" that awaits us. So happy to have come across this tonight!

[Mr. C]

Thank you for your kind words. I had not written anything in years and then found inspiration again. It felt good to reflect on my life and translate those thoughts to the page. Since then, I have managed to put together everything currently posted. And thank you...that particular line meant a lot to me as well. Understanding has really become a big part of my life now and writing gives me a chance to get there. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[William Michael Reeves]

This was a good poem Mr. (I don't suppose you look like Tom Bosley and have a son named Richie or Fonzi?) C. If this is a recent write I feel like your flow has really improved. Hard to say when each of our poems are so different but this one gets my attention. It felt complete in its flow, easy to understand and poetic in that free verse universe. Nice poem!

[Mr. C]

Can't say that I resemble Tom. I literally do have a nephew named Fonz though. This was written in happier days. Days where I felt a change or more so a pull in a certain direction. It was the first time i wrote something in several years and it felt good. Thank again!

[William Michael Reeves]

Sunday Monday happy days! Are here and are coming. A wise man named Og Mandino wrote, "it will pass." I've tried to apply that bit of wisdom to life. Sounds like that may help you now. Writing will.

[Lisasview]

As we get older.. do we get wiser?.. maturity has away of softening things, like resentment.. so with that come understanding.. well, hopefully.. forgiveness is all a huge part of maturity..
As I move on now to my 80's.. Yikes, did I actually say that.. I am now 74.. yikes again..
I have come to terms with oh, so many things..
I really enjoyed the fullness of your words..
Lisa, now in Costa Blanca, Spain

[Mr. C]

Thank you. It really is appreciated. I agree maturity has a way of softening things up. I look forward to it now. I feel like I encounter difficulties but am getting better at understanding after I reflect. I do not like leaving those feelings unresolved and reflection has become one of my more frequent past times.

[rmarrwrites]

Beautifully written. A return to peace and consistency is reassuring, but can feel unbearable once you've known something else.

[Mr. C]

Very well put. I suppose peace is always the goal and sometimes at this time I felt unsure that the life I've created is the life I want. I am still grappling with that thought. I can recognize the beauty it what has been built but also see the faults. Being introduced to this "something else" made me take pause. Do I work to rebuild my sand castle or perhaps, is it time to look to the moon to see what's next?