Upon Heart Strings
Home never felt the same,
As a part of you traveled an unknown road.
Torn were you by a decision of adulthood,
Made from one you held so close.
But a mother’s heart knows each step,
And soon your heart led you on.
Very little do we truly know each path of life,
As our existence weaves about in the unknown.
Knots of kinship and love do we tie round one another,
To hold ourselves still as the world changes.
Even as your own world changed,
A rancor developing within your body.
Paths parted leaving you upon an unknown road,
Covered it was with a veil of fear.
But your heart remained knotted,
Tied to a tree of life.
Now home is here,
Rooted in the unknown.
With a foundation of knowledge,
You press on surrounded by your heart.
The poems this month have a very personal touch as each one was crafted silently by the bedside of a dying patient. This poem is part of a larger collection highlighting my personal experience working in the healthcare field. if you’d like to read more follow the link here.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.