Someday

Someday, we'll go home.
With all the brights in the skies.
Lighting up the nights.
It'll be us, again.
Someday.
Someday.

We had to stop here.
This little rock on the
Edge of somewhere.
We needed to journey,
Proper.
Before we were born.

And after.

Sky is home,
But the ground is where we live.
It's a test,
One we put ourselves through.
This place, trife and fire.
A ludicrous combat
Going thousands of years.
But we stopped here.
We had to.

Because,
Home is waiting for us,
But, we're not ready
To return.

But someday.
Someday, we'll go home.
Someday.

Reviews

[Bacchus]

A softer write from you.
...and I love it.
The repetition gives a good rhythm and sets the tone.
The form and punctuation are placed well to make it flow.

I love the lines Sky is home,
But the ground is where we live.
everything adds to the base of those words.

We had to... makes me wonder why we have to do this "test"
This write has me thinking about flow in my own writing... and was one of your better pieces for sure.