I Don’t Want to Go Home, A Poem

I don’t know
if I want to go home
to shutter the windows
close out the light
lie under thick blankets
and breathe heavy, exasperating sighs.
I want to stand outside
and shudder in the rain
dripping wet
with promise of growth
my head bowed slightly
from the weigh of the rain
like the summer flowers
alight in beauty.
I want to stay outside
beneath a canopy of fir trees
outstretched skies
squirrels chattering
where I am left in the reverie
of silence replete with birdsong.
I want to stretch my wings
I want to rush across the fields
I want to climb trees
I want to breathe in the scent of forest
I want to be free
and not always strapped
with the guilt of death and sorrow
tomorrow’s headlines screaming
another senseless tragedy
and what of those,
who no longer have a choice.

(c) Sumyanna 2016


Gorgeous photo courtesy of Morguefile (pippalou)


3 Comments Add yours

  1. beautiful poetry Sum…i want to do all those things too except the getting drenched in the rain part 🙂 love you ..hugs


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Oh, you don’t like rain? Yeah, I have often thought that getting wet in the rain is rather uncomfortable. However, I have really enjoyed it more over time. There is something joyful about it – that is, unless there is lightening 🙂


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