Coming Back

I moved back home in 2019 and this poem captures the hopes, promises, and desires that my old stomping grounds held for me upon my return. Going back to where you grew up is always bitter sweet.

Coming back whence I came

Is quite a precarious little game

A delicate balance of a sort

Even to me, a cunning sport

Of rules and pivots at every turn

Adapting to them and trying to learn 

Where I fit in this familiar scene

Even though it was my dream

To be back in the state where I began 

The very place from which I ran 

Now contains a shiny sheen 

A rosy color 

And polished gleam

It's a place of warmth aglow

A safe place I once did know

As I acclimate myself to this

A changed me cannot resist

Although time and wear have taken it's place

It still bears it's angelic face

Of joyous times, warmth, and love

A gift of God from up above

I will learn brand new rules

To navigate with healthy tools

Of a place that's new and old

Coming back was certainly bold