I would have gone through my whole life
searching for a place to paint my sky.
In need of a place to plant the oak trees
my children can swing on
sipping lemonade in the glow of summers day.
It’s never easy to run away
and to hope and pray
that someday
you’ll look around and just know
I’m finally home.
It’s even darker,
more spectacular to look around and just know
It’s time to go home.
-emc
emc poetry 
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