sjsprWriting

I.   They have left us here: breatheless and tired with our last ounce of courage smeared with fear. How sometimes the scary part is being so close to home knowing that you'll finally be at peace once you get there, but still hesitating to knock on the door.

II. Raising my fist to the door, I tremble. I'm ready to come home. Let us hear the glorious sound of finally coming home.

III. I don't know why I was so afraid before.