The Journey Home

The Pain you’ve caused reaches the clouds and fills every space in between.
There is no place to escape.

Two travellers on a random road, two exiles exploring the spot.
We improve each other’s gear.

We share our news and take to the road, our paths running lightened ahead.
Arrival will be just as sweet.

Tiredness comes, and you are worn, your boots could do with some mending.
I am not one to surrender.

You lose yourself yet once again, and all the joy that was in you.
Mine seems to no longer fit you.

I stand by you, a bootless bystander, our paths are to separate here.
I do not wish it at all.

You go your own way that others dictate you and wait for freedom to come.
And I’ll ever watch over you.