I hadn’t been home in ten years. I’m not sure why. The steep, crowded streets never called my name. But walking up them now, I feel alive. A spark to a fire I’d let die. The lapping gray water never echoed in my mind. But tracing its edge, I feel at peace. A lullaby to a frenzy I’d accepted. I assumed I was through with the city.
Love the peace in this ♥️ Especially how you caught yourself over complicating it and then just let the words flow. I have to admit though, I had a panicked, selfish moment of “don’t you dare move away” while reading 😂
It really is true... you can always go home. I think an imprint or pieces of us are left everywhere we go. Beautiful poem.
Thank you, Sarah. ❤️ I love the idea that home doesn’t just hold us, but everywhere we go. You’ve got my wheels spinning for the next poem!
So visceral in your words--the peace within the chaos. It's just beautiful, Sara.
Thank you, friend ❤️
Love the peace in this ♥️ Especially how you caught yourself over complicating it and then just let the words flow. I have to admit though, I had a panicked, selfish moment of “don’t you dare move away” while reading 😂
Haha no need to panic. You’re stuck with me!
Those moments that make you feel all the feels. Glad you felt at peace my friend. Excited to hear more about your trip!
Thank you, friend ❤️
So beautiful! Going home is so complicated. A mixture of deep emotions and nostalgia. Thank you for sharing this today. Love you!
Thank you, Ashley! I know you know that mix all too well. Love YOU!