Welcome Home

Dark silhouettes surround me
As I crouch down into nothing.
The wind hits my face and I
Call out.
Hoping for someone.

It was cold,
And I was small.
I could see the moon through the
Branches that concealed me.
And for a moment,
It was silent.

I hadn’t the faintest idea where they were.
The neighborhood kids were my friends,
And we were running from something.
Something I can’t remember.

I sat, sinking down into the doughy moss.
As my bare feet became damp,
I could hear night creatures
Wailing and singing, preparing for their nightly
Feast.

It was a gathering among beings.
Secret. Sacred, without human disruption.
They howled and they screamed,
Dancing and dining beneath a glowing moon.

I linger under silhouettes,
Looking up through,
To the vast sky
filled with light.

Under silhouettes,
I listen to the celebration around me.
Feeling the summer warm breeze on my face
I close my eyes,
And the moon whispers.
Welcome home.

Something To Call Yours

Find something.

Find one thing

You can love.

Something you can have

For yourself.

Something you can practice.

Something you can learn.

Find something you will breathe.

Breathe that one thing you call yours

And never let it go.

Find something to sing about-

To write about.

Find something you think

About day in and day out.

Find a part of you

You might have lost.

Something in your dreams-

Something in your heart.

Find something that

Will make you live

Again.

Something that will

Make you say

“Damn, I could improve.”

Find something that

Will give you a passion

Greater than yourself.

You will take this one thing that

You call yours and

Never let it go.

You will break if you lose it.

You will cry if you abuse it.

Find something-

Anything that will make you grow.

That will cause you to release

The part of you that was hidden.

Find something that will

Find you.

That will make you live.

Find something that will make you happy.

One thing that you will crave.

You will bleed this one thing

You call yours.

Find something to live by.

Something to love by.

For loving is only possible

With this one thing you

Call yours.

Find something that tears out your insides and builds you again.

Something that will make your

Heart pound faster.

That will tell you to keep going.

Find something that will grow and mold into your body.

That will sink into your soul.

Find something that will whip you

Until you bleed.

Until you succeed.

Find something that will love you.

That you will always have

To call yours.

Find something to call special.

Something that will make you ache

If you go just a second without it.

Find something that will wrap around

Your veins and squeeze you

Until you fly.

Find something you will resonate with.

Something you will cherish.

Something that will call out your name and

Tell you to follow.

Find something to call yours.