I'm surprised how sweet it actually is:
Warm butterscotch slipping down my throat.
It was such a difficult journey.
I'm not really sure what kept my heart beating,
but some invisible thing did.
Now here I am:
Muscles weak and out of breath,
as if I'd been running hard
on a very cold day…
lungs burning and cheeks red,
but finally sitting by the fire.
It will take awhile to adjust
to this new place I think.
But I will learn to stand firmly here and
listen and adapt and
before I know it, I will be calling this place home…
sitting in a rocking chair, wearing worn slippers,
a little dog in my lap and
brand new eyes to see the world
Written by Stephanie Darnell
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