Heading Home



“I stand in the cold wind driven rain,

Hoping, nay praying, it will rinse away the deep heart felt pain;

Staying the tack and straining against the ship’s wheel,

The pain in my arms nothing against the pain in my soul that I still feel;

The bow driving into foaming seas hard and deep,

Moving me ever forward to you for our love is ever there to keep.”


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741