Past the Mountains, Home
Travelling with hopes of warmth and comfort at the end of the journey,
but never quite sure of what is yet to come, and of what is around the corner.
Always wondering, weighing the options and inevitable possibilities.
Understanding that you may never reach home, is the hardest weight to bear.
Morning dew settles over the familiar grass as you take the last few steps.
Home is close, just within reach now.
No longer an unthinkable dream that seems so far away.
The trials you've had to face are all worth while to see the same red sun begin to rise.
The wait is over, the journey up until this moment has come to an end.
Now are you ready for another to begin?
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