I lost my way, trying to get back. I know what is real, it doesn’t take a genius to tell that. I keep the passion a blaze, never phrased by the unknown. Grown far enough, I can find my way home.
Coming back home to you.
Jixi Fox 🦊
Category: Poetry
Sounds like a personal declaration of resilience and determination, like you’ve been through something but refuse to be lost forever. The line “never phrased by the unknown” stands out; did you mean “phased”? Either way, it adds to the idea of staying steady despite uncertainty. The ending gives a sense of hope, like no matter how far you’ve gone, you still have a place to return to. It’s simple but powerful. There’s no place like home!