Born into the place I despise.
Growing in the green,
not seeing what could be.
Suffocating siblings,
pets galore,
always wanting more.
Colorado was my safe place,
one mountain to the next.
Creaky ski lifts,
glistening snow,
hot chocolate burning my tongue.
My problems disappeared,
skiing from one slope to the next.
Home I go a few years later.
Christmas lights on the trees,
a warm home,
a caring family.
Time away was all I needed
to appreciate what I had
in front of me.