Trying to form a habit, improve my writing, and overcome my fear of others reading my words. theoddestofsongs.com
Trying to form a habit, improve my writing, and overcome my fear of others reading my words. theoddestofsongs.com
It hasn’t stopped raining for several days; I think it’s winter.
I’ve been away since yesterday, and I have nothing to show for it.
I’m almost home now; I know that line of oaks.
There’s a trail of red. I’ll follow it and see what happens.
I’m not scared of death any longer.
I am getting closer to where I’m going. The smell fills the air.
I pull back the bushes. Dinner is served.
Across several seas And the oceans so vast I dreamt of my journey That I’ve surpassed
I saw seven wonders I saw many the lands I walked those with my feet I felt those with my hands
My eyes didn’t deceive Nor did my head My map was the needle My heart was the thread
I never had plans Of where I would roam But no matter the feeling There’s no place like home
