Home soon (written in 2010)

I asked Him one day
when will I go home?
I heard no answer
am I all alone?

Slow footsteps, heavy breaths
the shadow of a man who has seen many deaths
inside the body is a loaded mind, an unrested soul
eager to end quickly the glamorous show

Why does he have to bear so much
and where is the comforting touch?
the pouring rain adds a layer of grey
washing away his smile on a somber day

Yet the slippery road sharpens his focus
the obstacles pushing his limits
his heart is always filled with joy
deep down still the happy little boy

Home is where he is heading
this path which all of us are treading
until the day he accomplishes his mission
and starts afresh in a new position

I ask Him again
when will I go home?
I hear the answer
my dear son, soon.

p.s. Written after going back home at 10:30pm after a day of hectic work, still looking forward to the day of going home.