Cold Walk Home
My runny nose
and frozen toes
have made me doubt
the path I chose.
The porch light glows,
the curtains close,
and no one knows
I’m near.
I am aware
what’s waiting there
but I don’t care.
I’m home
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I love the rhythm you’ve created, it flows really well!
It feels to be late arrival home—I love the assertive voice at the end– great poem! Thank you!