Read by Sara Hickman
As I walk
I can feel the sun in my back,
Its flaming tendrils embracing me.
The road ahead is shimmering orange
And the road behind is burning bleak.
I can feel nothing but the heat
On my back; too afraid
To long for what I hope to reach.
I have traveled far,
But now I am going home
To the peace and quiet I once knew.
I see mountains and peaks in a blur.
I know this trip is longer still,
To where I once belonged and loved.