Back when the days were longer, and my heart knew its way home
a warm breeze wafted, weaving magic, through the trees
My spirit held a longing, a driving force that fed my soul
a surreal sense of peace would come, and settle over me
No matter where paths led me, near or far, from its warm glow
the road to hope was never hard to find
Through any kind of weather, like a beacon, guiding home
its path and mine, have always intertwined
Time and trials have left their imprints, the cobble stones, worn, from the wear
But as I return, time and again, I find bits of me, awaiting there
The subtle joys of moments past, those fleeting memories
remind me that I'm never lost, returning home to me
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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