Clearing Vision

Two boys standing next to each other
I walked along a busy street alone.
No one I met felt my needs.
My heart was trapped by a remote memory.

I longed for a return to my home.
I could not imagine how to escape.
I had no idea how to release the bonds.

Then, with small steps, I found some peace.
Clouds left my eyes and hope returned.
With a clear vision, I found the path.
I had a purpose again and I felt new joy.

Now I am at home with dear friends.
We share our love and I am free again.

W. Wayne B.

Poetry book: Eyes of Hope

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Handsome Indian boys. By Nithi Anand [Image license]

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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