Kicked out of the place you rented as your home,
Deserted by the ones who claimed to love you,
You take the little that you own,
And head back to where you really belong.
Hike over desert dunes,
Cover yourself from the sand storm,
Take a sip of the little water you have,
Keep moving through the arid terrain towards the ocean’s shore.
There you’ll find a little boat
That you’ll row to get back home.
Get in, and don’t stop rowing
Until you get to where you belong.
You’re far from the shore that you left behind, but you’re not yet home.
You’re right in the middle of the thick mass of blue water.
It carries you on its shoulders,
Towards where you belong.
Draw strength from the bright blue sky
As it offers you tranquility,
As it swaddles you, offering you peace from your frantic mind.
The sun is your compass,
Gently leading you in the right direction.
Pick up the oars and row.
*image from Creative Commons.