I can't fall in love in Nebraska

It feels good to go home

I can't fall in love in Nebraska

My house, my sanctuary

Out there in the world, I dive

And I come home when it gets scary

Those whipping winds wide in winter

Roll real rapid over the prairie

But I’m far away, throwing my heart

Then I come home when life gets scary

There’s no street or stop in Lincoln

Attached to a torn love memory

So it shines bright my homing beacon

And I return safe when love gets scary

Grandma and AJ, my salt and my pride

The weight of the heart that I carry

No better place to put it all aside

And come back home when love gets scary

I come home when life gets scary

I'm leaving now to return to my homeland

My mind will clear of you, I’m weary

Lincoln, my love, back to my bed

Sleep in my house where love’s not scary

Safe and sound back in my prairie

Like medicine, sweet as a cherry

Goes down like cocoa and i feel merry

I come back home when life gets scary

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I come from a small town myself. Over the course of my life I've lived in many different places under many different circumstances... but that small town I grew up in will always be my only real home at the end of the day.

Nice job with this one. It's well written and easy to identify with.

[Mel]

Thank you, David!!

[Ethel]

Family is most times your surrest shield/fort in this harsh world.

[Mel]

Agreed, thanks Ethel!

[emipoemi]

.....I have no words.....my voice is in my awe!!!! Well freaking done!

[Mel]

Thank you!!

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the sanctuary of home...we don't want to taint it with painful memories...has to be the place to come to settle...life can be very scary...we need the hearts who love us when those far away stop...
j.

[Mel]

Thanks Jacob, I'm glad you share the sentiment! Means a lot

[CD Campbell]

I like the repetitive use of "scary" at the end of each stanza. It drives home the feeling of doubt in being in love and in life, which is hard to escape from. Reminds me of when I was younger and in the service. This is a wonderfully well written and relatable poem. CD

[TheJordBaker]

There's nowhere quite like home, no matter where we go and what we experience or how we live.

A lovely piece.

[Mel]

Thank you!

[Chris Shaw]

Do you know for years and years after I left the family home and moved elsewhere, it was still home to me. It was my roots and I get this feeling from reading you that you felt similar. It took years and years before the house I lived in became home. Relatable lines here Mel. Good to read you.

Chris

[Mel]

That means a lot coming from a poet like you!

[Neville]

What a delightful poem you have gifted to us here Mel.. I can certainly relate, as I'm sure many here will.. All Good Things, to You & Your Pen....

Neville :)

[Mel]

Wow, thanks a lot, Neville!

[Neville]

My pleasure ... :)