For the many lives led ...
The many villages that should have been there ...
For that girl who walked alone ...
For that child that held on ...
To finally hopefully a fire to warm their souls ...
And, a tribe whose faint voices you can hear from afar...
You are almost home ...
Just hang in there ...
You are almost home.
For those who check in every day,
To make sure you walk
Your long walk of hope
Grabbing precious pieces
Of bruised broken self
Lit by the healed lights Of courage
drunk on the last scraped dried up well within
With a heart that appears to shrink
Breath that feels choked
Believing that this time around
Finally, one will be home
And, a circle of care to collapse down to
Who will celebrate the warrior in you
Who held on for so long.
Yes. You will be home.
Yes. You will be home.

- SS