This is how it starts…
As I sit and stare
Out the window of this moving bus.
As it takes me to the airport
For my flight home.
The home that I have not known
For the past six months.
Looking at the trees
That I cannot see
As they are a sprint through my window.
Each tree with its own personal characteristics
That separate it from all the others.
But I don’t take the time to notice.
Much like the events
Of the past six months of my life.
They all zoom through my head as a blur,
But if I would just stop for a moment
I would recognize them
And recall all of the stories
That stem from that one thought.
When I get home I’ll have the time
To take for myself and reflect.
Be able to give each thought
And each memory its proper consideration.
However, for now they come at random
Only lasting for a few minutes at a time.
The next few days
Will be full of emotions I am sure
Happy smiles, sad tears,
And happy ones as well.
Because an endless amount of questions if definite.
Being able to answer those questions
Is not what I fear,
But rather, if I’ll be able to answer them
Honestly and with a conscious that is clear.

                                        B.A.D.