by remembertoexhale

Home is calling
not in the tear stained croaking voice
not with the dull ache in the back of the head
not with a “now now now, I need you now”
pain in the heart
but home is calling
with the soft murmur
the open arms
home is calling with an outstretched hand and says
I won’t hold you
I won’t feed you
but you can walk in step with me
I’ll show you where the ropes are
and you can take them up yourself