I built a home
I always thought my mind was racing forward
To a path beyond the path it should take.
I thought I knew my smile had strength beyond
The will of those who would ingratiate.
When I was so much younger than I am,
I’d live from day to day without a plan –
I’d walk along the beach ‘til my feet ache,
With no need to ask myself who I am.
“Who do you want to be,” my teacher said
And all that I could think of to reply
Was; “a healthy old woman” – silly at the time
But now – well now it is my hue and cry.
I achieved where many others failed –
I’m satisfied though many others aren’t.
My path told me to walk the path I could
And led me away from the path I can’t.
And sacrifice instructed me to stay
As loss, oh loss, would lead me to succeed.
Certainty would meet me along the way –
My flower’s blooming from my garden’s seed.
From the camping ground to caravan,
From the beach-head to the sea, I’ve been
Taken on a path; my very own.
From the safety of a nucleus
To a nucleus of mine – come walk
With me on my path – I’ve built a home.
Published by Owen Tilley