Come home with me

Come home with me, darling girl —

Shed your burdens for a while. 

My shoulders can bear them now, 

Lay down and smile deeply somehow. 


I want you to hear my voice — 

Soft, but tough and steady like the ocean; 

I’ll carry you when reality piles on heavy — 

So I can hear you revel in the scenery of this journey. 


My darling girl, you’ve not sailed this ship alone, 

Nor waded through sharp waves forlorn. 

You may believe none gathered at the helm and fought, 

But loneliness did not tie your heart into a knot. 


Through seasons you’ve grown nonstop — 

Always chasing this person on the horizon. 

Yet as the wind revealed your gaping wound, 

Never truly healed when cheated onto a land with no solid ground. 


Transformation takes energy and a toll, 

You’ve never been one for safeguard or reservoir. 

Yet you hopped on train after train ceaseless, 

Moved destinations again and again without rest. 


You’re a seeker and believer in nature — 

Always asking, pushing, without looking too far. 

So one foot in front of the other you marched — 

Straight off the cliff and ignored signs carved. 


You gave it all fiercely — 

Wasn’t wrong, wasn’t right, the way you loved. 

But in his hands thus a blade forged, 

Blood still dripped as though freshly gouged. 


Love was not love in lies abound — 

If in those moments you meant nothing;  

If every betrayal penetrated not just her, 

But erased your existence with temptation and each error. 


But dearest darling girl— 

You’ve seen me in your reflection now; 

You’ve heard my voice and this time I needn’t shout — 

You know another person isn’t the way out. 


So come home with me, sweet darling — 

To the home of mirrors we found; 

I have always stood here waiting, 

I will never deceive you or leave you wailing. 

This time, let’s close the gap together — 

In this place of plural but without another.

One foot in front of the other, you know how — 

Continue to love just as fiercely and freely on. 

A single step each day is more than a win; 

You only need to open the door and come in. 

Welcome home, my one and only darlin’. 

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