Going home

 

Going Home

 

The car feels like its flying
yet I am only driving
A trail of dust is all I leave behind of 

Forgiving myself for past mistakes
Knowing I will never be as perfect
as I want to be
I can only be me
And that's ok

I am free from those that judge me

and see only what they want to see

Laughing as the mile markers past right by 

 

Leaving seven years of bad luck
looking forward to only what the future brings

Thoughts of bridges left burning
Peace in knowing
I was not the one that started the fire

Knowing, it's ok to walk away

Threw my cards on the table
Listened to my guardian angel,
who told me, Baby, it's time to hit the road

 

Time to let go of that heavy load

The weight on my shoulder is lifted

As I drive to the only place I'll ever call home

 

My spirit is soaring
Ghost's from the past
have finally been set free
I am free to be me

I'm singing my song
Leaving the past behind me
I make my final getaway
 
Keep on driving
Like the Phoenix rising
I'm going home
yeah,  I'm going home
 

Reviews

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As I read your brave poem I was thinking how it would be a great song. I like how you bolded certain words. I can feel you being set free as the words flow. There are no regrets between the lines--only tons of perfect words that add up to one fantastic piece of writing here! I've always loved the story of the Phoenix making a funeral fire out of the sticks from the past and rising out of it, flying and free. Incredible poem, Victoria Lee!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Excellant points... we are human therefore we make mistakes... and some people only see what they want, hey you can't please them all so do whats best for you... I love the inspiration of knowing its time to move forward no matter how difficult it is sometimes. Another wonderfully crafted poem by you.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

What a wonderful feeling to be independent and to leave a bad relationship behind, and hit the road.