THE LONG ROAD AHEAD

THE LONG ROAD AHEAD

That leads to my homestead

Rich and pure

That is for sure

It’s a lonely road

Just wish that you had been here

But you’d rather be back there

Instead of here

I cannot go back

I cannot back track

That road so troubled, worried

That carried such falsities

Fallacies

You’d rather I’d stayed

Stayed in a cocoon

With no room

You’d rather I’d be by your side

Where there was no room

Room to breath

Breath of breath

It would have been my death!

You loathed the successes

You loathed the adulations

You loathed the admirations

But you loved my weaknesses

Yet these were and are my strengths

Strengths to walk away

Walk right, right away!

To my homestead faraway

(C) Teresa Joseph Franklin

26th January 2014

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