
This is about a friend coming home from the war. Anticipation makes me quake/I thought today would never come/My heart beats so hard it aches/I have to force myself to walk/When I desperately want to run...Please R&R. I'll return the favor.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 666 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 08-01-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2704384
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Anticipation makes me quake
I thought today would never come
My heart beats so hard it aches
I have to force myself to walk
When I desperately want to run
I close my eyes, and picture a face
A face faded by time
A picture smeared by unseen tears
I can't remember when I last saw you
But to me it feels like years
But you've come back
Joyful tears fall, you've come home
Homemade posters held high
Little flags waved wildly
And I think of mainly one thing,
'Will he even remember me?'
You get off of the plane
You walk far too slow
By the time you get to us
It'll already be tomorrow
You walk through the doors
The air's filled with cheers
And my eyes are filling with happy tears
I thank God, you've come home
You've changed, that much is true
But I can tell, you're still the old you
You've seen things I can't imagine
You're a true hero to this small town
But as you hug everyone around me
I start to feel a little bit down
You pass me by for someone else
A friend, family, I don't know
Maybe you can't tell who I am
I've gotten older, changed, grown
But surely someone should be able to tell
Even after all this time, a girl you once knew
I was smaller then, I know
And I wanted to be just like you
But this isn't about me, you've come home
The news crew is here
You're holding your niece
And I'm glad that you're back in one piece
But you've spoken to everyone here
And now I begin to fear
You've forgotten me, it's really true
I just wanted to be accepted by you
I hold back tears, it shouldn't matter
But it does, I feel the hurt
We're not really related, not at all
But I'd always imagined
That you'd be there, should I fall
You were like an uncle, or a big brother
But it appears that I'm just another
Face in the background, faded
But I sit in painful silence
And think how glad I am, you've come home
The interview's over
You set your niece down
You go for another round of hugs
Of 'welcome home's', and back rubs
But I stand to the side, watch you make your way
I want to go, but I want to stay
My vision blurs, and I hold back tears
I put on an uncaring mask, and push away fears
I can be tough, I can play that game
I'm a teenager, but right now I'm the same
Little girl that you knew, full of such life and joy
The one you encouraged when I was down
Now it's as if I was never around
A green and brown shape
Breaks through my thoughts
I force my eyes to focus, and there you are
You smile at me, and hold out your arms
Tears fill my eyes once more, not because of harm
You hug me and marvel at how I've grown
And I cry, and hug, and think,
I love you Bear, you've come home
Note: Reviews are appreciated more than you know. I know that this poem isn't the best ever, and I'm always up for constructive criticism, but please be gentle with it. This is something that really happened to me, and I cried when I wrote it, and I still cry every time I read it. And that's saying something, because I rarely cry, and it's even rarer for me to admit it. This poem isn't amazing or anything, but it does hold a lot of emotional value to me. So please keep that in mind while you are reviewing. Thanks.
~DF
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