Coming home 

I finally hit my breaking point. 

I’m ready to head back to my home town. I’m ready to move on to a new chapter of my life. 

I tried to be everything to everyone. I’ve grown tired.

The love I want doesn’t seem to want me again. The future isn’t looking the way I planned it to look.

I’m saddened by all the obstacles that keep making themselves my acquaintance. 

I’ve tried walking away from my purpose. Repeatedly. And it keeps calling me home.

Destiny seems to want me to bring light into darkness but sometimes people fall in love with the dark.

I called my parents and told them I was ready to come home. I talked to God and prayed and welped. I feel like I hit rock bottom. 

I’m once again weary. I’m once again leery of what’s ahead of me.

But I’m at peace with my decision. 

I am at no means holy or ordained. I smoke. I drink wine. I cuss when annoyed or angry. Hell I cuss just to cuss.

But I know that when I find my place in this world, this universe, this milky way.  The Lord and his angels are always gonna be right by my side. And I know everything will be alright. 

I’m gonna leave you with a song. Maybe it will give you peace of mind. Maybe it will bless you.  Maybe it will allow the Lord to ask you to come on home closer to him. If not that hopefully it will brighten your day. 

C. L Cunningham 

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