A life rewound by fear. Pt.1

An old wooden house sat on top of a hill
Surrounded by dead wood and a rickety ol'e Mill
Smoke steadily billowing out, of an old wood stack
With the sun going down and shadowy gnarled branches reaching back, I try to run but ALAS!!! There is no path

Taking a step forward on the old cobblestone
Wondering what is there, where is here, who is home
Fear creeping forward, setting the tone
With dead flowers and sun patches on either side
Weed and thorns grown,
Ever so high
Instinct driven, senses on alert
I had to keep moving forward....even if I was unsure

Reaching the steps, I dread to take
Looking back wondering, is this a mistake
With a shakey breath I brave the stairs, trembling at what I may find there
With creaks and cracks, breaking the silent night air
Every step with every step, reminds me I'm almost there

I reach the top, I'm finally at the flat
Holes here and there, broken and cracked
I take a look around, suddenly taken aback
In the pale cool moon light, where a man once sat
And old oak rocking chair, table and worn cowboy hat

In the midst of confusion, I inhaled a smell
A sense of familiarity washed over me, for why I could not tell
So warm, so strange so pleasant and sweet
Intoxicating to the point, I wasn't on my feet

I finally reached the door,
So rough, so weather worn
No longer scared, nor nervous or even torn
I reach for the handle, but not before it turns
The door creaks open, with the fireplace aburn
There she sat, patiently waiting for my return

With the wisdom of an epiphany, slowly sinking in
This is where I belong,
Where I should have been
This is my home, where music and laughter rang
A place where we were happy and she once sang
Realizing now I'm the one that left, while she sat here wept and kept

I turn back, another glance at our knoll, leaving all this has really taken its toll
Understanding now that I had gone astray
I couldn't even recognize home, not even today
Without a moments hesitation, or even a second thought
I know now this is what I've seeked, this is what I sought

I kicked the worn muddy boots, set them next to the door
I'm in my way to the fireplace, feeling the warmth
She looks at me with a soft gentle amicable smile, Says so sweet " Welcome home honey, You've been gone for awhile"