Dug into the back of that wardrobe

to pull out my old sweater,

a little faded and missing a button



Pulled on my old hiking boots,

the ones with the broken laces

and soles that had seen better days



I made my way to the familiar trail,

dappled with sparkling sunshine

peeking through falling leaves



I was home



Enjoying the solitude

I was in that place where

my thoughts had to room to breathe



The view from the highest cliff,

just enough motivation to find

that breakthrough waiting for me



patiently





photo: mine



prompts: WP Daily Prompt, Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/31 days