Home is where the heart is
Mine lies down that dusty pothole-ridden backroad
In that ten-hour long journey
Back to the succulence of childhood
To the carefree ways with no repercussions
Mommy always came to my rescue
She always knew how….
My heart lies by the river where we first met
What a beauty, as natural as they come
Perfection at its best, just the way you are
As I take this journey home
Patiently waiting to lay my eyes on that beautiful smile of yours….
This dead beat of a heart can’t wait to reach its destination
To get away from the insanity of this concrete jungle
Away from the hustle and bustle
From this prison, this illusion of sublimity
Yet it is captivity
Bound by these unbreakable motions
This vicious cycle….
Home is where the heart is,
Mine lies in the place I truly call home.
By Anesu Nyakubaya