Sonnet. Coming Home

I look to see if you were going to follow
I hesitantly turn away
My soul is becoming hollow
I can't seem to find the words to say
I continue walking down the broken road
The one mostly taken
Now carrying my own heavy load
I wonder how He isn't shaken
As I slowly began to think
Of how much He loves me
All of His promises began to sink
I then saw that I was made to be
I instantly turn back around running faster than life
Knowing that I am with Him, I could always take another strife


"The soonet is aversatile poem of fourteen lines." Literature: An Introduction to Reading and Writing. Ed. Edgar V. Roberts. 9th ed. New York; Pearson, 2009. 900. Print