In Indiana, I'd turn when the sign said Evergreen,
And follow that road home to a familiar scene.
The first place I bought, but never belonged,
Where my kids took their first steps, and I felt love so strong.
A day turned into a decade, time flew by,
And a marriage turned into a prison, I can't deny.
So many memories to escape, no reward in sight,
No relief for time served, no end for my plight.
The cell of my mind, decorated with moments past,
Planning my escape, running away fast.
Back in Indiana, that house never felt like home,
A place of horrors, I suffered through alone.
I flew into Spokane, passing Indiana, turning onto Evergreen, following directions to you.
The first time a person felt like home; I was free to be me, and you pretended to be true.
I would bring you lunch, as a waterfall watched over, waiting for change,
A place where everything good felt so foreign and strange.
As a little girl in Indiana, I played amongst California’s Evergreen,
A mini forest planted by grandma, a sight to be seen.
Today, nothing remains of the Evergreen so dear,
Decades of memories, all that's left to share.
A forest that only pretended to belong there with me,
When I grew up, you became my Evergreen, a place I wanted to be.
Sometimes I called you home, a place not quite right,
Other times, a place of safety, in the night.
But like that mini forest, you weren't meant to stay,
Beside me, you were hell bent on going away.
He was obviously Indiana, a million reasons to leave,
Eventually, I found my own home in Idaho with a sigh of relief.
Out my window, a single Blue Spruce stands tall,
A mountain in the distance, a view that enthralls.
No more running, no one to flee,
Untethered to Indiana, finally free.
Abandoned by the transplanted Evergreen, I found my way,
Thanks to Evergreen and Indiana, I'm home to stay.
