Desperate.

*

Oh how I miss the freedom,
which I encoutered there.
No fears, no more bad headaches,
no dreams to make me scared.
I felt like I was home atlast,
and I could breath out free.
Just sitting on the porch outside,
this time was just for me.
*
The peacefulness that I felt there,
I thought would never be.
T'was like all the fire flies,
came there to dance for me.
They danced around here in the dark,
and some came even close.
I was not scared for all that time,
even when one landed on my nose.
*
And now I am back home again,
my heart just cries inside.
Now all the headaches are so bad,
I will go back to hide.
The fears are also here again,
there's nothing to be done.
The only way that they will leave,
is when I will be gone.
**

Cheyenne©-1998