Rosemont

The shy little girl admired
all the beautiful homes
two-story with columns in front...

Willow trees hung
over green lawns with
an air of spookiness and protection...

Winding roads and
wrap around front porches
were quite large to someone so small...

While visiting and retracing
the same scene and the same land
she found herself again...

She had been lost in a world
that chewed her up and spit her out
leaving her with nothing but doubt...

Yet, deep inside fully energized
she remembered the beautiful days
where she was born and for a time raised...

She didn't want to leave
grieving what she had to leave behind
but lived the life she was led to...

I wonder how it would have been
if she was never forced to go back then
and the road turned right instead of left.