I bring myself home, to me.

I bring myself home,

To me.

And so,

I find my Home,

In the world.

Finally.

The parts that I evicted,

That I banned to the attic of my conscious,

The aspects of me that I deemed were too much,

too threatening or unwelcome to the world,

Those parts that I learnt to fear and hate.

Those parts of myself that I worked so hard to forget,

And even those parts that I dearly love,

But felt had to remain hidden.

I bring them home, to me.

Welcome, welcome,

Welcome...

And as we sit around the fireplace,

The veil of the past,

left outside on the porch.

We remember each other as friends

Not foes

I bring myself home to me,

And in that intimate space,

Where I welcome all of myself,

I bring myself home,

In the World.