sometimes
i wish
that i could stay longer
in the embrace
here
and not go
and fight the monsters
with paper swords and playdoh crowns
captain the ship
of drive and purpose
carrying the weight
of the world
with heart
gumption and stuff
of a warrior princess
with a cape emblazoned with pride
but sheltering earnestness
and love
of home.
and finding in places she doesn’t see
in the lavender dawns and spooky nights,
home,
also.
and she flies on
happy
longing
missing
content
yearning
and stuff.
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