From Here…

Where do I go from here?

How, exactly, do I get to a place

I’m not even sure exists anymore?

Where does one go from this place of brokenness?

Where home is an elusive dream…

Love is only a memory that doesn’t even seem real anymore.

How does one achieve a dream

where even the thought of it is exhausting?

How do I get somewhere I’m not sure exists…

How do I get home?

How do I get to you?

The image, the reality, the feel of you, of home

is so real, yet when I turn no longer there.

How do I get there?

How do I get home?

How do I get to you?

My love.


About Valerie Christine

I have been writing since I was 13 and was published for the first time at the age of 14. Writing has always been a place to share, to be, to feel with no interruptions. No rules. No judgment. Every piece is like a photograph, a moment in time that only truly exists for that moment because there will never be another moment exactly like it. See, every moment is unique with many variables making it set apart from the next and the next. And so with words, as with pictures, we capture these moments. Like capturing a tear or a laugh or a snowflake. Because truly the only variable is change. And so in words I seek to capture and remember what inevitably shifts and changes. View all posts by Valerie Christine

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