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The smell of fresh fields, and the lake across,
Were the first things I noticed as I drove on.
The perfect song on the radio and the slow speed,
Taking me away from the city’s filth and greed.
Going back to where I have always belonged,
The home, the heaven for which everyone longed.
My heart thundering with excitement and anticipation,
The thought of my mother’s food becoming a strong temptation.
My mind drifts to when I first left,
With dreams and hopes in my chest.
Soon I realized that the city was not at all happiness and light,
The noisy streets and dark allies were the causes of people’s fright.
So many nights, I lay in bed, listening to the restless racket.
Wishing for going back where the stars were in my pocket.
As I inhaled the smoke swirling in this place.
My lungs begging me to turn around and set a pace.
Now, as I look forward where the country road curves,
My small town with its age old but ever true proverbs.
On the way to my home, I remember the feel,
Of coming here whenever I needed a reprieve.
The cabin is as I left it, the swing still in its position unaffected,
The couple on the porch with their eyes bright and arms outstretched.
My face feels wet and with my knees weak, I go ahead in a hurry.
Sagging in their hold and losing myself, forgetting all my worry.
The angels’ wings wrapping around me,
Protecting me from the demons running free.
Maybe, I was an individual of their creation,
But, I know for sure, they are my salvation.