I hold a candle to the flame
And hear the wind
Whisper my name
I'm coming home-
I'm coming home today.
I've been out and about
Running out
of patience and time
Until it all came to end.
Now I'm coming home-
I'm coming home today.
At last,
I'll finally get to relax,
Kick back my feet,
Have my favorite thing to eat,
Push all my worries away.
Because at long long last,
I'm coming home-
I'm coming home today.
I'll fade into the black,
Hold onto all I lack,
And take the longest nap.
I'm coming home,
I'm coming home today.
I've been gone awhile,
Now it's time to smile,
Because I'm finally free.
I no longer have to hide,
Pretend that I'm fine,
Disguise the one that is me.
At last,
I'm coming home-
I'm coming home today.
About the Creator
J. Lee
French enthusiast, non-binary trans person, artist, writer, lover of animals, space, and the right for every living thing to experience their existence authentically.
Pronouns: they/them (English) iel (French)
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Fiction
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