Come home to me love,
Come back from all your yearning and taking,
From all your coercing,
Come home from all your regret and pain,
From the deep yearnings of your youth,
From the dreams you were sure were true,
From the perceived money and fame,
The things that were carved from deep personal tragedy,
Come home to love,
Come home to acceptance,
Come home to a little disappointment,
But even more success,
Come home to where hopes and dreams directed to the moon, landed you here,
For better or worse,
With this past,
With these regrets,
Looking and running away won’t make them any less true.
Come home to different hopes,
To a different dream,
A different heart,
A different mind.
The past is not accessible anymore,
It is left in a forgotten realm,
A place that cannot be reclaimed.
But it has not left ruins, it has left real dirt from which can grow beautiful oak trees,
It is no longer as it was,
It can’t be anymore.
It must mean a whole new world exists,
One that may be new,
New may be scary,
New may be different,
But new is possible,
New is lovely,
New is challenging but it is the real version of events,
This holding onto what may have been is a product of the former self.
Come home love,
Come to reality,
To what is possible.
I’m sorry for the deep pain.
It’s time to come home.
You belong here.
You belong to change.
You belong to the universe.
