“Oh, but darling, my feet know
where to take me. Back in your arms.
Right where I’m supposed to be.”
This is the point where I take a step back. Assess the situation from every angle, every point of view. This is where my mind goes when it’s running like a merry-go-round on overdrive. This is where my heart stalls in the middle of its pitter-patter beat. Where my eyes begin to fill with rain — enough to fill an ocean of salty tears. Where my knees begin to give out and I come crashing down to the ground. Back to reality. A reality I don’t want to know. One that is filled with monsters and ghosts, and their only purpose is to haunt me from the shadows. And I can feel them watching me, like ants crawling over my skin. This is the point where I stop and remind myself to breathe. This is where I remind myself that I’m not stuck in a maze, constantly searching for an exit. I just have to trust that my feet know where to take me. And that’s when my spine straightens, and before I know it, I’m back in your arms. Right where I’m supposed to be.
© Sarah Doughty
Because you are home.