That's what they always told me.
A little further,
And I would have.
I sit here in the in-between
Pondering the difference between
Truly there and not.
What, and where?
Can I get back to normal?
Tell me straight.
I cringe in preparation.
Waiting for the words
That would set me broken
On the page.
My face down to the ground,
A hand rests on my shoulder.
And a quiet voice comes saying:
"You've never gone too far"
A burden lifted,
A tear shed on both sides.
Home again finally.
