The Long Walk Home By Jasen Sousa
The Long Walk Home
Forgot how it happened,
the detachment,
finally letting go, escaping the entrapment.
The blades on the skin,
feeling caged in,
running forward without looking behind and waving.
Heart pumping,
feet on the concrete thumping,
running towards uncertainty, running towards something.
Listening to the wind whirl,
ready to hurl,
searching for a new world.
Being alone,
being on your own,
better than living in a broken home.
Heart beats,
hearing whispering from the streets,
cardboard boxes, no more sheets.
Can’t escape the rain,
can’t escape the pain,
can’t escape your brain.
Drugs make you even more lost,
selling your body because you can’t afford the cost,
track marks on your arm in the form of a cross.
Harder to clear your mind,
fear that has no concept of time,
clean air makes you blind.
Slowly opening your eyes,
hope is again seen in the skies,
you know the truth because you wrote the lies.
Studying every word,
slowly getting over what occurred,
slowly getting up off the curb.
Realizing your life is a shame,
wondering about the place from where you came,
wondering if it’s the same?
Steps backward to move forward,
blessed breaths from the Lord,
back to the place you left, the place where you were first adored.
The day you return
to those who are concerned,
the day your life will turn.
Every addict dreams of this day,
yet to figure out what you will say,
during the long walk home, you vividly remember the way.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)
Forgot how it happened,
the detachment,
finally letting go, escaping the entrapment.
The blades on the skin,
feeling caged in,
running forward without looking behind and waving.
Heart pumping,
feet on the concrete thumping,
running towards uncertainty, running towards something.
Listening to the wind whirl,
ready to hurl,
searching for a new world.
Being alone,
being on your own,
better than living in a broken home.
Heart beats,
hearing whispering from the streets,
cardboard boxes, no more sheets.
Can’t escape the rain,
can’t escape the pain,
can’t escape your brain.
Drugs make you even more lost,
selling your body because you can’t afford the cost,
track marks on your arm in the form of a cross.
Harder to clear your mind,
fear that has no concept of time,
clean air makes you blind.
Slowly opening your eyes,
hope is again seen in the skies,
you know the truth because you wrote the lies.
Studying every word,
slowly getting over what occurred,
slowly getting up off the curb.
Realizing your life is a shame,
wondering about the place from where you came,
wondering if it’s the same?
Steps backward to move forward,
blessed breaths from the Lord,
back to the place you left, the place where you were first adored.
The day you return
to those who are concerned,
the day your life will turn.
Every addict dreams of this day,
yet to figure out what you will say,
during the long walk home, you vividly remember the way.
Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
©
Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)