The Path Ends HereA Story by Mila Home is where the heart is... but sometimes it's where all the answers are too. The Path Ends Here
Going home, going home, I’m just going home. Quiet-like, some still day, I’m just going home.
Bags were packed, but still scattered all over the floor of her home. Somewhere in the mess there was a note she had hastily written to her mother, one that she never actually got to send. She had not spoken to her family in years, how would they take her return? Would they turn her away? Would they reject her?
Glancing out the window, she sighed when she saw the road that led from her place. It was long, but the sun still shone in the sky. If she left now, at this very moment, maybe she would make it home in time for dinner.
That was if she left without taking anything with her. Maybe that was for the best. After all, the journey wouldn’t seem so long if she rid herself of any heavy weights.
With that thought, she stooped down and snatched up the note. Then, not looking back at the disarray of her things, she stepped out into the fresh sunlight, and started on the path homewards.
It’s not far, just close by, Through an open door. Work all done, cares laid by, Going to fear no more.
The road never seemed to stop, and though there was a need to get home as soon as possible, she did not rush. Memories flooded her mind of what was, and ideas and visions of what could be.
But she didn’t know if every step she took brought her closer to home or farther and farther away.
Perhaps she was making a mistake. Note still in hand, she stopped, afraid of what she would walk into if she returned home, wondering if she should turn back and forget about this.
Mother’s there, expecting me, Father’s waiting too. Lots of folk gathered there, All the friends I knew.
If she spent her life fearing what she thought would go wrong, she would lose out on maybe everything that could go right. And she wanted to see her family again. She wanted to see them…
So why weren’t her feet moving?
Nothing’s lost, all’s gain, No more fret nor pain. No more stumbling on the way, No more longing for the day.
Finally she willed her feet to move. But the pace she walked at continued to be slow. Still, the road never stopped, it kept moving… and she had to move with it or risk being lost.
Going to roam no more…
She found her footing, and she moved faster. She pushed all fears out of her mind, even though they tried their best to clutch on. She had spent all her life fearing so much and neglecting to ever try. She didn’t realize until now how much it had affected her.
She wanted to go home.
Morning star lights the way, Restless dreams all done. Shadow’s gone, break of day, Real life’s just begun.
She was running now, running so fast that she could have sworn that time had to struggle to keep up with her. What had started as a journey of confusion and fear of the unknown had swiftly turned into one of desperation.
What did she have to be afraid of?
There’s no break, here’s no end, Just a living on. Wide awake with a smile, Going on and on.
She skidded to a halt in front of the next house over. The moon now hung over her head and she could feel the warmth of the interior. Her heart was racing, her hair was windswept. Somewhere along the way, she had lost the note she had written to her mother, but what did she need it for anyways?
Everything she had to say, she would say in person. Written words weren’t enough. Going home, going home, I’m just going home.
Stepping forward, she knocked on the door.
It’s not far, just close by, Through an open door.
The door opened, and she could feel the tears streaming down her face. Her mother stood there, a knowing smile on her face.
“I knew you would come,” she whispered, tears of her own running down her cheeks.
“You… you knew I would?”
“Of course,” she placed a hand on her heart. “I always did. Right here.”
“I’m so sorry, mother,” she sobbed. “I’m so sorry, I was lost. I lost my way.”
“You’re home now,” she said, taking her daughter in her arms and stroking her hair. “You’re safe.”
“You mean you won’t turn me away?”
“Never,” she kissed the top of her head. “Welcome home.”
She shut her eyes, then… and with no more fears plaguing her mind, she let go of her last hold, and in the distance, the sound of the flat line echoed through the cold, lonely halls.
When darkness set in, the road was at an end. She entered her home, into the welcoming embrace of her family.
I’m just going home. © 2015 MilaAuthor's Note
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