From What Do You See


Your intricate web of lace carefully covers the moss, as I make my way home. It has been years since I left, and the argument on my lips is all but forgotten. In truth, it is fear, which kept me from you. I had said the wrong thing before, and didn’t want to say the wrong thing again.

I have rehearsed my lines, as the familiar marsh, pulls me deeper into my childhood. Eighteen again, it felt like you didn’t understand my love. To run away was my only option, but then he didn’t run away with me.

Truth is, I could have gone home years ago, but I was ashamed. You were right, he was no good for me, but I was in a strange world, void of any feelings. The only way I could survive was by moving forward.

Living a life I could be proud of, so you could be proud of me.

When you pull me into a hug, I realise, I should have come home years ago.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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