Always Home

I'm considering leaving,

But where would I go?

The only home I have ever known,

Has wallpaper covering the painting which lays below,

The art of mother from a time ago,

With hands,

And sweat,

She built for me.

There have been many since,

A time here,

A spurt there,

But only in those hallways,

Have i ever felt protection as soft as those.

Laughter in the corridors,

Searching thru the covering,

Silence in the cupboards,

You brewed such riches

From all of little, you ever had,

Which seems as though,

Way more than I have here.

To go home,

To you there,

Is only fainted memories of moments past,

We all once shared.

Tattered edges,

Warming hearth,

Face on fire,

The tin man,

And super hero wings,

Longing for a moment that has come,

And Gone.

This is it,

The now I see,

Too much to bare,

Unable to cross the threshold,

Into a new vision of wonderment,

Another lifetime ago,

Capable of conquering all such doubt,

I surrender now,

To simply join the clutter.