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Time to share the words
Of the only story I know.

Crushed & swallowed,
I am defeated often,
Always drawn to barns
Filled with old religion.
Clover, pine needles, snow covered rivers
Bursting with vengeance,
Hoping to overcome a stabbing pain.

Released from the duties
Of Love & laughter,
I bathed in blood,
Owing the deadly debt
To the Moon.

She saw clearly on that day
The combination of empty wishes
& The single, hopeful dream.
“Dad?” softly -
“Are you okay?”

“I want to go home, Mouse.”
It was almost a whisper –
“Where do we have to go?”

She’ll forever remember
How deep his voice was that day –
“I’ve never had one.”

I am determined to allow
This experience to fade
Searching for cool, fall breezes,
Thunderstorms, boulders covered in moss
& Giant ferns.
It would have to be mountain air,
Caves & great beastly predators.

I would like to say
I left there to return,
However –
The concept of home
Has always been an experience
To read about,
Never a memory to write.