Running Home

I skipped along the stepping stones, gazing at the water flow rapidly in the river beneath me. It speaks to me:

'Follow beside the water rushing past.

Soon your family will forget the past.'

And as the river told, I followed beside the water rushing past.

Soon enough, I could see in my sight a large birch tree. Its leaves withering away, looking gloomier than a rain cloud. In its deathbed, it whispered my way:

'A path will lead you where you need to be,

And a loving future is what I guarantee.'

Following the words of wisdom, I crept along the path of flowers. Full of roses and mimosas. Orchids and asters. What caught my eye was a dandelion. As I met eyes with it, I knew what I had to do. Plucking it from the ground, I protected it with my hands and heart.

The dandelion sparked another road to my promising future, as well as an elder tree. The tree standing at the height of a giraffe, staring down to me. In its intelligent words, it guided me.

'A route that takes a personality of strength,

Leads to achieved goals at ever long lengths.

Behind my branches, your journey will show.'

The family of support that I used to know.

Running into their arms, I sobbed. Bawling my eyes out, I muttered in my mother's arms:

'The remorse of my mistakes have sunk into my mind,

My choice I regret is leaving everyone behind.'