I’m coming home
To tight embraces and
Kisses soft on
Baby faces,
Coming home
To feel alone
In more familiar places.
I’m coming home
To memories of
Who I used to be,
Coming home
To find myself when
I was young,
Stubborn and green.
I’m coming home
To haunting ghosts and
Fake smiles from
Hungry hosts,
Coming home
To a buried past
Along the churning coast.
I’m coming home
To love and laughter,
Family and friends.
I’m coming home
To say goodbye
To my old self again.
I’m coming home to
Kill the pain
And drown the past regrets.
I’m coming home
To burn it down
And hope that I
Can finally forget.
About the Creator
E. M. Otten
E. M. Otten is a self-published author from Grand Rapids, Michigan. She writes poetry, short stories, and novels, including the well-received Shift trilogy published on Amazon. Her preferred genres are mystery, fantasy, and science fiction.
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