The Return Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

The Return



At some point
I stopped being angry
and it became home again.
All of a sudden
I was grateful for my memories.
I almost cried in relief
to be peaceful again
self assured and open to loving.
My home that was never taken
by strangers and lovers
who do not belong where I belong.
I grew here somehow,
when I wanted to run away.
Out of nowhere, I could only stay.
The frost feels like a welcome mat
and the quiet stillness
on a Sunday morning revives me,
after a week of lights and noise
cars, clubs and careless boys.
I'm forever away and nothing
can hurt me here.
Home. Home. Home.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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