HOME

Take me home.

Where the foil is red and green and there is chocolate inside.

Take me home.

Where I will probably still sleep like I'm in a twin bed... but I won't have to.

Take me home.

Where Mom isn't a voice inside a glass-cased, geometric, handheld device.

Take me home.

Where the only writing required is none.

Take me home.

The place that I didn't fully appreciate until it wasn't the address I put on my envelopes.

Take me home.

Where I can finally sleep in... but I probably won't.

Take me home.

Where I can bug my little brother everyday.

Take me home.

Where I can hear my Mom's footsteps wherever she goes in the house.

Take me home.

Because even though I have to turn the bathroom fan on to fall asleep, I still know there's a Priesthood holder within shouting distance when the thoughts in my head run away.

Take me home.

Because there's a fireplace.

Take me home.

Because it's been an incredible journey and I want them to see it.

Take me home.

Because even though I saw you regularly, I missed you more than I can tell you.

Take me home.

The place where the bubbles are in a tub big enough to fit all of me inside.

Take me home.

Because right now. Today. It is the only place I want to be.

The Stairs

Life can be scary.

Like walking up stairs blindfolded.

Not knowing what's ahead,

Just feeling where you are.

You want to stop...

But you can't.

You push forward... you fall.

You stand up, with faith to carry on,

But you fall again.

You brush off these failures,

And with fresh determination you leap.

Only to fall a third time.

Doesn't anyone care? you cry out.

Silence.

Darkness.

Tears roll down your cheeks as you realize how

Alone you are.

You give up, and as you are about to succumb entirely to the self-pity 

You've allowed into your journey,

Someone whispers.

Take off the blindfold.

As you remove the mask,

You see others walking those same stairs.

Falling,

Leaping,

Trying,

Crying,

And you whisper to them,

Take off the blindfold.

November 2010