Going Home
At the age of thirty-four
I looked at where I'd been before.
I longed to see the places I'd never been.
I longed to love and laugh again.
My life was lonely.
I was filled with pain.
Oh, to only live again!
So I threw caution to the wind
in search of the love that had never been.
I gave up on dreams of past desires
and gave in to lusty fires.
Now at forty-two
I think I've never been so blue.
My mistakes have slapped me in the face.
How did I wind up in this place?
I look in the mirror and I see
someone looking back at me.
Who can this be?
"Alone again," she seems to mock.
All of a sudden I'm in shock.
What should I do?
Where will I go?
Life used to be so slow.
I had all the time in the world.
I was such a carefree girl.
Spirited and free,
that was me.
Where was I then?
Suddenly I hear myself say out loud,
"You were at home.
You were one of the crowd."
I was different,
it's true,
but I always had new shoes.
I wasn't drab or sad
and I miss the friends I had.
I miss my mother and my brother.
If only we could hold each other.
I know I'd laugh and cry
just to look into their eyes.
Maybe I'd feel warm again
near the fireplace in the den.
And so I'll go with my heart in my hands.
I'll just make new plans.
I'll "feel the fear and do it anyway".
I'll go back home...today!
Copyright: 1998
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Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2016
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