Push and pull

My headrest’s no rest To my mind so heavy with thoughts. Push and pull between happy and sad.

A contortion of sorts. I see the sun shining Back there on the horizon. Doesn’t change that I’m being rained on. Rainbows are only a plaster for my situation. Being put into boxes like my stuff when I moved. The weights I carry are still there from my youth. Still seen in the same light, as if nothing has changed. Dear mother, there is more than my skin that has aged. I’ve seen the world. Seen the sun rise at night. Homecoming is a gift not a duty or chore, As I come as I am, nothing less and not more. To shape me like your image in mind, beloved child Watch me rise, open your heart and see me smile.