I'm coming home, to the place I belong, surrounded by others, that sing my same song. It's been a while, since I felt this good, a sense of belonging, just like it should.
So long times of old, wrapped in a shell, afraid to come out, to find more demanding hell. I am safe in my shoes, my favorite ones to wear, no longer running ragged, to who knows where.
My days are still long, and nights are as well, but I am at peace, because I am the tell. Freedom to express, what I inherently think, and no longer marching, to my next drink.
So thankful to retire, not bound by bars, rigid expectations, stacked up too far. It's taken a while, to focus on me, the need to take care, of what I saw, or see.
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