Lifting You Up

When you get home

you’ll look back and say that your path was worth its rocky terrain

even though you wore backless shoes

and cut up your heels

you’ll know nothing you did was in vain

While en route, though

you’ll struggle to see that you shine

albeit caked with dirt

and your eyes will become mouths

to the rivers that flow down to your jawline

and drop off onto your shirt

You’ll decide your roots are all you want to know

because they’re where you were comfortable

and you’ll try to go back

but when you turn around you’ll find

that the wake of your path

has turned to black

propelling you forward

You’ll question whether where you’re going

is even feasible to reach

but you’ll shake the thought

due to the warnings you disregarded

and the trust you will have breached

But if there’s anything I’ll have you learn

before you’re past the point of discretion

it’s that ‘home’ is not a destination

but rather a direction

and along your way

the things you see, the things you say

matter just as much

because they’re the means

and the end

is as far off as you want it to be

and maybe even not in sight

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