Home in a Hairpin

March 5, 2018

But before I could be compelled to listen to the 
echoes calling me further.
A rider and his horse
galloped along the trail.
The presence of the him and his horse silenced the echoes, 
and he asked how I ended up there.
I wished I had an answer,
but I wasn’t sure.
All I could say was that I was lost. 
He offered me hand,
and helped me onto his horse,
to take me back on my original path.

I don’t think I’d ever forget that place of Chaos,
and it will stay with me in this place of Normalcy.

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