coming home

it's nice to get away
and not think about the past.
the grind
of life.
the hell on earth
that was.
it's nice to finally relax.
to not
be reminded of
anything, those dark
days,
the things that didn't
last.
it's nice to get away,
under a golden sun,
with blue water before you.
at the pool,
or on a walk, or paddling
in a long
orange kayak.
it's nice
to get away, it makes
life easier, to smile
and be thankful,
to be grateful when
you do come back.