Come Back.

Come Back.

Home.

Home?

Can you remember when you left?

No,not the warmth of your mother or the words of your father.
But when the warmth smothered and words were so harsh you left.

When you left your home here on Earth and you chased the stars.
When you left your body because the pain was so great,the shame so sheer,the memories too clear that you had to leave.

You had to leave.

When you left to find safety from the truth. A truth so black you ran or drank or slumped in front of the flickering screen making shadows in front of you that you hoped would chase the shadows behind you away. Hope to chase your nightmare away.

Can you remember when you left?

Can you remember how it was before you left?

Before the pain,the shame,the treason,the words,the beatings,the illicit touching?

Can you remember how it felt to be truly alive in your own body?

To sense,to feel,live,touch,smell the life you came here to live?

Can you?

If you try,step by step,gently,holding your own hand you too can come home. You too can come home.

You too can belong.

Take a step. Just one. Then maybe the second.

Take a step. To where you belong.

Home. Come home. To where you belong.

I’ll be right be your side.

Now.

Come back.

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