A call to the homesick
To those who roam
Their souls adrift
Wanderers among the vast
A call to the heartsick
To the broken hearted
Grieving their losses
May their hearts mend one day
A call to the uncertain
To those plagued by possibilities
Swirling about in an endless storm
Torn by the hurricane within the mind
A call to the weary
Similar are we
Long exhausted
Eyes beyond dull
Reminders of an empty hull
Crew overworked, with mere hours rest
May their hearts know rest
Within their husks of a chest
Carry on my friends
My weary companions
For we fight the unseen
We know the invisible plight
Battles through every night
Carry on my friends
My wandering spirits
We hear not the cries
But we know the sorrow
We carry our boundless stories
Until we can no longer
To let them go,
Or to end the tale
But carry on my friends
Your tale is not at its end
Your song not yet done
There is more in store
So carry on, for there are days ahead
One day you shall find your place
The home for your soul
One day you shall mend your heart
And it shall beat again
One day you shall know
Not all, but the way is before you
- Jay M
November 29th, 2021
Carry on my friends. All will be well in the end.
