COMING HOME

Like a child I feel and just like a broken toy appear,

Bruised, battered, dismantled and fighting back a tear;

I look around and seek to tell

Of the pain that has surfaced once again

But nary one is there who can understand my pain,

This is no surprise, as I myself cannot explain

All that I know is that I now need a hug,

Someone to smother, comfort and make me feel snug

And as all my other lessons, my emotions I now face,

So here I am feeling so good, locked in my own embrace.

Yvonne Ste Claire Provost

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