Tormented Souls And Other Poems

Take Me Home

Take me home

Cover me in ashes, hide me from the light.

Bury me in the deep parts of the ocean,

Let the water flow over me

Lock me up inside that wooden box and,

Leave me to be devoured by the termites.

Let me rot in the underground

Oh, why can't you just take me home?

Home, where I was built from a toddler into a woman,

Home, where my mother made my first meal,

Home, where I cried and had my best experiences,

Home, where my future was mapped before my own eyes,

Home, where every one of my siblings found themselves.

Lay me to rest in the soil where I once played.

Let my skin feel the dust that I used to roll around in,

Allow the ground that I once soaked in tears to receive me.

Dig me into this familiar place.

Dress me in the last dress my mother gave me.

For the smell of her is home.

Then will my light shine down on those that I loved,

When they look up, and know that I got my rest,

They will know that my spirit will forever linger,

For I was consigned to that place where I belonged.

If I could, I would smile down from the heavens,

Maybe this time they'll see it.

If I could, maybe I'd lean against my favourite wall in the house,

If I could, I'd put my head one last time on my mother's lap,

Maybe I would even let my brother tease me again.

If I could, I'd sit at the dinner table with the whole family again,

Maybe they'd commend me on my cooking for the final time

So, scatter the roses over my body, let their scent engulf me.

Close my eyes and tell me goodbye.

I know you will cry, so let the tears fall,

Remember however that although I can no longer see you,

Smile through your tears because, even in my final hour, the beauty lingers.

So, that when they put in the last round of earth over me, my best friend,

You know you've laid me to rest, in the place that made me.

You have taken me home.