Lungs burning from winter’s fresh air, I begin to step out,
Tip-toeing my way to my car, I fall and time stands still.
Tail spinning to the ground, 278 miles away I hear a pulse,
Not faint but drumming, it bangs louder and louder,
My vessel is awaiting my call, she’s grown weary.
The land is treacherous by Lake Michigan,
Day in and out, She aches of chalk and lesson plans,
She fears of the big bad wolf while sleeping at home,
Her soldier too far to touch, she grips the phone as if it were his hand,
Her heart syncs up with each ring of the dial tone,
Then for a soft pause, “Hello”
I finally hit the ground,
Bothered by worry she asks if I was ok.
I reply, “I’ll be fine mom”
I get back up, to live it again.
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