Riding
Homeward
By
Theresa
Chaze
The planes and ships brought me back,
but my soul was left behind.
No words could cure.
No arms could comfort.
No loved one could help me heal.
Who I was had splintered away.
I was a memory almost forgotten.
I walked from hell looking home, but I
couldn't find the way.
No way back.
No way forward.
I was lost in the land of despair.
They wanted me to be who I was.
That person didn't live anymore
Across the field not fair away, stood
one who saw my wounds.
She did not speak.
She needed no words.
Yet she comforted my wounded soul.
She help me see past the fear and the
pain.
I found the path that led me home.
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