THE SONG WITH LIMBS

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 ‌ Theme: A place I call home

‌Category: Poetry


 THE SONG WITH LIMBS by Sekabira Owen 

 There is, for me, no home

 No place, not one of known foam

 There is no bed, not even a tree

 Under which I can be truly free.

 

There is but a song,

 Not just a tune, but a call so strong.

 The song that nursed my ears at my mother's breast.

 When mother left, this song was all I could trust.


 Slowly, it's feet walked me from my despair

 Shutting the door of pain behind me

 In it's open arms I was caressed, my mind annexed

 This song, whose words are inscribed to my soul,

 held my hand all through,

 even as I faced my most terrifying foe.


 So there is, for me, no place

 There's only a song

 but when played

 I'm carried away to the place I find peace

 The song with limbs,

 is my only home.

Mike Owens Quinton

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