It wasn't easy returning to you
with my baggage containing more
of my jumbled mind.
I placed my hand on
the cold brass door handle
and opened the door.
I remember how it would groan at the hinges.
However, seemed oiled well now.
I walked in feeling nervous and anxious;
feeling as though the atmosphere was
licking its lips; tasting the
air of my return.
The scent of
another can of worms
I walked to the same chair that stood
aged-old, but still dressed
in plush deep green regalia.
Sharply studded at the seams.
I felt a sense of it waiting for me
with its open winged arms,
offering a kind of comfort zone.
My mouth felt dry, parched
as if my saliva was being brushed down my
throat with woolly bristles.
I sipped on some water to loosen
my tongue and oil my throat
The traffic of tangled thoughts
started to queue inside my head,
waiting for the green light.
With myself being the lead driver.
And once again.
You were there to
help me move forward.
as i started my engine
of another journey.
