Destinations
These faces smile.These voices call.
Many years I've been away.
Away from these arms reaching out.
These bodies so ready to pull me in.
A warm embrace I could have never imagined before my return.
Where was I?
At Home?
Could It even be called that after this experience?
A fragile framework built around a family.
Family?
No an anchor.
I will drag this for miles and miles.
Over mountains
Through oceans
Through a forest thickly wooded
Over sloping plains
I can see it
I can see it!
I know where I must go.
Another six years will not pass me by.
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