Welcome Home

He said welcome home
As I walked through the door
Standing there with a smile
Arms wide open, waiting
What is he thinking?
Did he miss me while I was gone?
Did he cry for me when he finally figured out?
Or did he laugh it all off and already knew what would happen
Does he see how much a coward I am
Am I weak in his eyes
Or do I stand strong
For going after what I believe in
I left behind so much to chase my dreams
My family, my home, my first true love
And yet he stands there before me
Arms wide open, smile on his face
Reaching for me, holding me tight
Reminding me why I came back
And though his warmth fills me
His words touch my heart
He still whispers to me
"Welcome Home"





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ShadowOfaGirl said...
Feb. 16, 2011 at 3:46 pm
This was a very well-written poem. And very true. It had a lot of emotion :) Great job!
 
BeautifulWriter224 replied...
Mar. 19, 2011 at 7:00 pm
Thank you :)
 
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