There are days when it is all too much.

The weight too heavy on my head and heart.

Problems too large or convoluted to overcome.

When almost anything else seems more enjoyable.

Then nothing is truly enjoyable.

Those are the days when my heart acts up and I want to go home.

***

I want to go home.

The place that I know but have never been.

Where only love and gentleness awaits me.

What problem could ever follow me there?

In a place like that, I would not even care about the issues left behind.

For a place of such happiness has no room for such troubles.

***

But running home means leaving others behind.

I have always been anything but selfish.

I cannot stand grief not my own and tears not belonging to me.

So the trip home will have to wait.

Delayed until long after I am broken.

Because I can be whole for you.