Coming Home

by William aged 11

I was on my way to a brand new home
But to get there I had to take risks
I thought about how my life was before
And knew I had to push on.

I had to walk 5 miles, maybe 10, maybe 20
But I could see a path up ahead
This would be the last challenge I faced
But maybe, maybe I could survive.

The chronicle said I would face certain death
But perhaps for once it was wrong
I summoned up all my courage and jumped
And fell.

I fell into what seemed like an abyss
But landed in the arms of a stranger
Who told me about their life and dreams
I realised I had found my place.

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