VERSE: HOMEWARD BOUND
byHomeward Bound captures not just a journey across seas, but a deeper voyage through pain, endurance, and unshakable memory. The story unfolds with a storm that shattered the sailor’s ship near Algiers, throwing him into peril. While many experienced men succumbed to fear or fate, he clung to hope, driven by love for his family waiting in England. The wreck was only the beginning. Washed ashore, he faced a crueler storm—captivity under the Barbary Moors. Days blurred into years, and yet, even in chains, he would not forget the warmth of his wife’s eyes or the softness of his child’s hand. Though the sky never changed, he kept believing it would one day light his way back home.
Years passed like echoes in a canyon, each moment filled with the ache of separation and the quiet defiance of survival. He labored without rest, crushed beneath the weight of forced servitude, yet his soul resisted despair. To live was to remember. Every lash endured, every task performed under a burning sun was softened by the thought of England’s green fields and the laughter he once knew. Then, as if fate took pity on his patience, salvation arrived. Christian emissaries from Rome bargained for his release, freeing him from the shackles he feared would outlive him. At first, freedom felt distant—an illusion his mind refused to trust. But with every step toward home, his heart grew lighter, and hope began to feel like truth.
The path home, though long, seemed short compared to the ten years lost. With trembling hands and eyes alight with longing, he reached the edge of his village, his thoughts racing with images of joyful reunion. Every familiar tree, every bend in the road whispered of belonging. He imagined her face, unchanged, and the arms of his child reaching for him. But the door he had dreamed of opening was already open—to another. There she stood, hand in hand with his old friend, a child laughing beside them who bore no trace of his blood. Silence fell over him heavier than the chains he had escaped.
His homecoming was no longer a return, but a reckoning. Years of torment had not broken him, but this moment nearly did. To survive storms and slavery only to lose what anchored his soul revealed a bitter truth—time does not wait for the lost. The pain of seeing his place filled and forgotten burned in ways saltwater never had. Yet, he did not raise his voice nor curse her name. Instead, he turned his gaze to the horizon, carrying within him the final lesson: love can be loyal, but time is cruel. He remained not angry, but hollowed, like a shell that once held life.
And yet, he lived. That is what makes this tale both sorrowful and powerful. He did not fall to bitterness or vengeance but walked on, carrying memories instead of rage. Some losses can’t be reclaimed, and some homes can’t be re-entered. But what he kept—the capacity to endure, to forgive, to love even in silence—was more enduring than any brick-and-mortar dwelling. In the closing silence, the sea once again became his companion, not as an enemy, but as the last thing that still recognized him. Perhaps the tide would carry him somewhere new. Or perhaps, in its whispers, he would find pieces of peace.
This narrative, though wrapped in melancholy, speaks to anyone who has longed, waited, and been broken by what they hoped to reclaim. It is a story of a heart that survived storms, betrayal, and the passage of time without breaking. For modern readers, it reminds us that even when the world changes beyond recognition, dignity and love, once truly rooted, can still outlast the tides.