Glad to see
your teeth.
silly thing to say,
nay,
the perfect thing,
the perfect thing to see.
sun's rising, knees leaning,
hopes hopping for joy
to know
your soul.
so soles have come to know new places,
found joy in spaces
once regarded with the cry,
"I'll be home soon."
tears the tear my tarry on,
that black cord
clutching my ankle,
making me trip.
that battered band
grabbing my wrist
forcing a twist.
now i find
i missed my times
of missing you.
forgotten in my own mirth,
finding only hopes as you tread this earth
to have happiness
that is your own
and one day
Come Home
Dreaded cord gone, o n.
core gone e i
on to r c t
a new i
d
who directs you?
what are you running from?
squelched in silence,
mayInolongerbe.
when will you hear?
when will you, here
know
you're true home from which
you've been running.
un-ing all that was told you
for new
venue.
I find i miss you not.
then i find i miss you
d
E
E
p.
then i understand,
and smile
and w
e
e
p.
sweeping you under the rug.
another rung,
I'm
OUT
of this hole.
and i'm Whole.
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