The Long Road Home

It’s been awhile since I’ve walked
this dusty road,
but I remember it well.
That spot there,
where the sun never quite reaches,
is where I found myself
on my knees
praying to a God
I didn’t believe in.
Bodies upon bottles
upon razor blades gleaming
with self-harm and a cocaine glow
fill the ditches beside me,
and the trenches of my memories.
In this place the hills are alive
with the sound of sudden drops
and last gasps,
and the air is thick
with the stench of shame.
This is a long road,
and east is west
and north is every failure
I have ever eaten.
South lies,
between humility
and every lie I have ever
sworn in blood.

© Nicole Lyons 2017

15 thoughts on “The Long Road Home

  1. wow,,powerful poem,,its me to a tea..Shenandoah Park is that place for me..the god i also am not sure of,,does give me some relief by the frendly deer who comfort me,,by coming to my side and licking some pain away

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  2. I relate to this way more than I care to admit. I love the journey your writing takes me on. Starts in my mind…breaks through my heart…and finally seeps into the cracks of my soul. You reach into the deepest part of all I have hidden…it is in that moment where I can finally breathe. Thank you for being you.

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