Updated: Apr 17, 2021
gently pouring down my cheek like a rainy day.
No where to go, no one will know.
How much farther on this journey?
For how much time has passed?
Like a child I want to crawl up in a ball and cry for my mother.
Abandoned, lost and cold.
But I must keep going.
The snow blowing in my face,
freezing my tears, worsening my fears.
A house, off in the distance; am I safe at last? Or will I seem like a homeless bum?
Each step gradually feels more timely than the last as I approach this house.
A figure, in the window, reminds me of someone I once knew.
Broken glass, their door opens, with their arms wide open.
Looking all over?
For my dreams have messed with my reality: she did not abandon me, for I have abandoned myself.