Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

Coming Home

Escape was all
she could think
Driving all night 
through pouring
rain that kept
the windshield
fogged mixing 
with her tears
 
She didn’t know
where she was…
where she was going…
the road sang beneath
her tires accompanied
with drums of raindrops
 
Just around the bend…
a rise in the road and
dawn splitting through
the last of the clouds
She saw a neon sigh
 
Flashing…
     gas…
guitars…
     gas…
guitars…
 
A sign in a 
sign in a sign…
She needed gas
and it was time again
to have a guitar
 
Stopping…
she felt like she
was coming home…
 
© 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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