JEREMIAD: "A WAY HOME" BY MAURICE N CHIADZWA

You fell to the depths of depression

In smoke you have found an illusion

To the deepest where life is darkest

Your soul now slides on the roughest

But hold my hand, I know a way home...

Found your poor life snared in a trap

And in cigarette smoke you'd escape

But the 'high' they say seems to be false

Spits in the wind, swiming up waterfalls

But follow my lead, I know the way home...

Your sole tool is now a dagger of rage

Anger has turned into a ruthless cage

You scavenge, with the dream to be free

But drugs and smokes are just a fake key

But I have the keys, the map for way home

Each sip and sniff opens doors for regrets

You keep sinking away in a flood of mistakes

You are far from hope, fallen from grace

But hold on and we will take off at rocket's pace

But hold on as we go up, as we take the way home

You have a pit, in dirt without any gold

Like a grave, it's empty and it's cold

But a ray of light gently spreading warmth

To cover your cracks at the cold pit's wrath

But take my hand and allow me to make way home

I refuse to lose your body and soul today

Out of your devouring trap, there is a way

To a mansion of love and humid of healing

Draw you from the thorns on which you're leaning

Hold my hand, and we will walk all the way home.

© MAURICE N CHIADZWA

-Zimbabwe

This poem, "A Way Home" by Maurice N Chiadzwa, is a poignant and powerful exploration of struggle, redemption, and hope. The speaker addresses someone trapped in the darkness of depression, addiction, and despair, using vivid imagery like "depths of depression", "smoke", "dagger of rage", and "flood of mistakes" to convey the intensity of their pain. The poem's tone is compassionate and reassuring, offering a way out of the suffering through the speaker's guidance ("hold my hand, I know a way home"). The repetition of "way home" becomes a motif, symbolizing a path to healing, love, and redemption. The speaker's message is one of empathy and salvation, urging the sufferer to take their hand and walk towards a better life, contrasting the "pit" and "grave" of addiction with the "mansion of love" and "humid of healing" that awaits. The poem's language is rich, emotive, and accessible, making it a moving and uplifting read.