Wandering Home
The cold air goes through me like a ghost
The shrieking of the wind through the bare trees is sharp
The flakes of snow land softly on my face but quickly melt leaving behind only a droplet of water that flows down my face blending with my tears
I've been wandering endlessly trying to find my home
My thoughts blank and my head silently hollow
Where is home? What is home?
A light in the far distance breaks through the flakes of snow
It feels like the light is warmly pulling me in like a familiar hug
I feel my eyes calm yet focused
The sound of my heartbeat fills my ears
A path laid before me
A path called Home
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