On Going Home
How You Helped Me Find Myself
There was this war inside me
An unsettling belief
And it wasn’t until I found you
That I was able to finally see
I was unmarked and raw
Thrown across the stones
Ravaged and broken
And aching in my bones
But you brought me peace
A place to rest my head
You helped me, you held me
You loved me instead
And with my bones mostly healed
Fractured at best
You lifted me, held me
Protected my chest
So the battle I’m fighting
Futile they say
Not knowing I’m holding
Rage in my wake
And come dawn when they see me
Standing, not alone
They’ll realize, they failed
Because you’ve brought me home
—D.L Michaels
About the Creator
D.L Michaels
While sitting in my fifth grade class, tapping my pencil loud enough to drown out the voices... one voice rang through louder than ever. It was my teacher. She told me writing was my destiny. So here I am, fulfilling the prophecy.
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