Going Home
Its been 5 years since I've seen that front door.
Its been 1,825 days since I've walked those steps.
I don't think I can go back there anymore.
The years have rolled away like raindrops on the bus window,
and the days have danced their ballet across my
mind like melting shadows
mind like melting shadows
unto the dark slick road I've been traveling on.
The stars fade away into the coming dawn -
I've been gone so long.
And the memories that I'm left with only blanket
my mind like snow that's passing in front of me now.
Is this place so foreign to me?
Am I such a stranger that no one will recognize me?
I stand on these steps that are kissed with ice -
my face is frozen with the look of longing because I know
I have no where else to go.
As the door bell chimes its warming song that vibrates
back into my heart,
such familiar eyes have graced mine now and she takes me up
into her arms and even though, the snow is seeping into my cheeks
I feel no chill.
Its been 3 minutes since I've been there.
Its been 180 seconds since I've felt this embrace
weep me up in this loving soul.
I've known all along this is where I needed to go.
The sun perks over the trees and soaks me in remembrance,
and I know that from all the places that I've gone
this is home.
Written By
Victoria Dugger
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