Awakening

comfort of home 

calls me back  

from my mental meandering 

where, misplaced, I forgot about the music

I forgot about the sound

of mama mixin bread

and hummin aloud

comfort of home  

calls me back 

from my malignant meditation 

where, mesmerized, I forgot about the music

I forgot about the sound

of papa singin out to Beulah 

and smilin, proud

all to easily the mind will relent 

to lost souls' wandering 

mind sings a soft lament

when even those most treasured 

turn their heads away

it's time to recall the reasons

for waking another day

turn away the demons, 

look up from the dark,

and sing of love, of freedom, 

recall the living spark

then wake and greet the morning, 

wonder at the dark