Missing Home
I want to go home
Back to being untouched by the world’s rage
Soak in the sun while sweat droplets trickle down to the small of my back
I want to run across my backyard and gasp for air so hard it morphs into laughter
Sit cross cross in the grass and rake my fingers through the blades like I do my hair
Undo my braids and race until the wind is tugging on my hair and howling in my ears
I want to go back to the innocence of my youth
Before I was a child headed for ruins
Before the grip of maturity sunk it’s claws into me
I want to go home
