The road home is lesser traveled, longer, but lined with beautiful trees. Feels a whole lot different cause we’re going through so many things. There are secrets that we all kept unspoken, but the older we get, should teach us to walk and talk more open. Softness in our voices softens the minds and hearts noises. Quite often we forget, frustration comes from the situation and not the person. Quiet often gives us a chance to listen. Your presences is always a present and any experience turns into a lesson. Whatever you keep, the pain, the hurt, the sick, the shame, the lost, remember you don’t have to keep them alone. Because the road home although longer and lesser traveled, are lined with beautiful trees. Trees like the people who live there, stand sturdy, tall and strong. They shall shade us from the rain, sun rays and hold the ground when it begins to shake. They change to the different days but remain the same. My road home is less traveled, much longer, but still lined with beautiful trees. This path has been twisty, turny, a complex track. But a simple, individual, line will take me back. I love you all, and it gets harder every year to leave. I wear you all on my sleeve. #poemsaboutjane #poetry #poem #poemabouthome #monkeypodtree. An idea I had about a poem, leaving home again to come back to Japan. And the many troubles and sadness, secrets I was leaving again. (at Ewa Beach, Hawaii) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9zB9CsB3ILSuj7ANsCfEkE2pN0goLyAzojGOE0/?igshid=o3bih5ihxxh2