I had to leave to come home......
Pushing, pulling, twisting, turning , struggling, surrendering......
like waves crashing on a shore
then drifting back to sea......life played.
No more I said....come whispers playing to me,
"There is more, there is more".
Holding on, gripping 'what is' for fear of what 'if's' from change
The game of life became heavy
with grief, anger, fear and rebellion
What calls me has the persistence of a child's heart seeking
Dying was the only way to find life!