The descent

This is a poem that I wrote last night as we came into San Salvador:

Here we go
the time has come
the plane begins it's descent and my heart begins to soar
She will be there
waiting, waiting to bring me back to her home
But how could this be so?
Am I really going to return?
I feel my stomach touch my throat
I think I might choke
choke from the stress pressure and pain
choke like a folk who ain't got a bloke
But I can feel it
feel their love, prayers and thoughts
holding me, guiding me, pushing me
I am never truly alone
They are always here and will be eagerly awaiting my return
This is where I need to be
It's going to be tough, challenging and painful
so be gentle with yourself
You are going to do great, its just going to take time
time to remember, time to understand,
time to find your love burried deep in the sand,
time to find the words,
time to dry the tears,
time to find the happiness that extends from ear to ear.
So give yourself time
Hold the pain and struggle
Know it will get better,
let the tears rock you to sleep
But don't let the pain run too deep
Here we go
The ground getting closer, the people getting realer
Breathe, stress, shake and let it go
Accpet the uncertainty and just open your heart