The Centurion’s Homecoming - Poetry
Homer-penned his Odyssey bestowing life, damnation and wanderlust into Ulysses
Through his many travels, destiny beckoned this warrior home
We gather together separately,
alone by design or-conquers command?
Solitary winds wail, specters seek shelter
the only thing that separates us is the cold Missouri wind.
We- the forgotten huddle by campfires for one
void of warmth-reflection-peace
We roar like Lions yet quiver like quails
Are we both wardens and inmates of our own prisons?
Defend your position
Bare those burdens
A bruise’s saving grace is that it turns a pleasant pastel yellow before taking its place in the
color wheel or your life
Why is it that we curse the shadows while searching through
the ashes of a long ago extinguished fire?
I have come to discover, the odyssey like the abyss lay not where you seek them-
but where you find them.
This labyrinth of discovery is not the journey’s end
but a long winter’s torment, a frozen sabbatical with spring on the horizon
along with its prize
Alas, a new beginning.
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