Walking down a path
I’ve never seen before
Round corners
And up hills
Roaming for hours
With only an orange in my pocket
Time stops
And I can’t remember what
I was even worried about
Freedom is leaving
And it’s arriving
It may be up an unfamiliar road
Travelled single file alone
Walking circles in the heart
Finding my way home
And discovering I never left
I just forgot
The
Way
Back
Home
This is beautiful. I can’t help but wonder where the orange came from, though. 😀
Oh I took it with me Liz – and it was a mandarine (but that’s a bit difficult to fit into poetry – orange sounds better 😁)