Almost home – (IntPoWriMo – Day 3)

Sometimes there is a rainbow

Strong enough to tie me down.

And when it gets too tough,

There is a saviour, strong enough

To make me stay.

And when the winds

Blow too hard, and my feet

No longer touch ground,

I am lifted by the threads

Of the sun’s golden rays,

To be set down upon

A hilltop where I can see all,

And for a moment stop running

From nothing and everything.

Almost home,

Yet miles away still.

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