Bound Homeward #amwriting

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Bound Homeward

I ran away with a boy when we were both still children because I believed love ruled the world. All of the tender thoughts, the soft caresses, kisses into nightfall became anger, bitterness, disgust.

I lingered on the pathway home.

“You run off, don’t bother coming home,” they’d said. Yet here I was, hopeful, sad, wary.

The curtain rustled, the door opened, and I stood there, a shell of the once defiant, in-love girl.

I stepped forward. Mama smiled and opened her arms.

“There’s a whole mess of living to do, girl. Mistakes are just part of it. All of ours.”


end 6/30/2017

Sascha Darlington




55 replies »

  1. Those doors are always open for us,no matter where or how we go astray – the mom’s heart’s . Beautiful story of unconditional love, Sascha. Loved it .


  2. Ah,that’s wonderful. And so true – you can’t grow up without making some pretty big mistakes in your life. Just as long as you learn from them, that’s the main thing. Well written, Sascha

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