I'm Coming Home

Dear Home,


Every time,

I march out the front doors of the airport,

Gazing over the crowd of families,

Tears trickle down my cheeks,

Not just any tears,

Tears of joy…


I gather my courage,

Hold tightly on to my dreams,

Push myself forward,

Never letting go,

Making it to the end…


I think to myself,

I have returned,

And respond,

This is it...


I slowly look up,

Gather my things,

Wave my past goodbye,

Hand in hand with the ones I love,

My family…


We begin making our way home,

Please await us,

Thank you


This poem is about: 
My family


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