The Flight Home
Bittersweet day, today.
On an airplane half way
between here and there
fantasy and reality
vacation and real life.
Certainly I miss my family
and of course my precious cats
but the pain, the loneliness of my
real life, I didn't miss this past week.
Saying goodbye to relatives who treated
me so well, and welcomed me into their lives -
saying goodbye was painful too.
When will I be here again?
Now I return to the troubled life I
ran away from. I suppose only
to pick up where I left off. Can I
change it now? Did I gain something?
I found out more people love me
than I thought. I found I could live
relatively without pain for an
entire week, did I just buy time?
Will the demons be waiting at my
door upon arrival? Do I own a
house of pain? or do I
carry it on my back?
I wonder can I start anew?
It seems I feel loss no matter
where I go or what I do. Just
keep wishing for an answer.
Hoping it is somewhere
between here and there.
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