Come home.

I’ve walked away from myself for far too long;

or did I ever return?

A shell of a shell is all I’ve called home,

believing I couldn’t be lost but only alone.

Which way have I gone? Can I still follow along,

In the hopes of finding where I belong?

In my questioning, is where I lose myself.

And circle back around blaming everyone else,

for this weary road, I've stumbled upon.

It’s easy to let go, but harder to forget,

the many times I’ve wept for her to return.

And maybe one day I will;

Finally, stepping into the body I knew as home,

safe and sound never lost and never alone.