Coming Home

 It was hard to leave a dream behind when doing it alone,

Not wanting to be leaving, the place I'd called my "home".

My future was uncertain, yet somehow I'd meet the task,

Look ahead at new beginnings, and not fret about the past.

I've returned to live beside the sea,

Where I’ll live with new expectancy...

While watching the gulls that catch my eye,

As they drift the channel or sweep the sky.

I have my sanctuary from the past…

At the water’s edge,

I’m back "home" at last!

© 1999 Samantha Storey, All Rights Reserved

 

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