come home

oh my love,

you do not even see

the scars of all the hailstorms braved.

when you build yourself out of rough stone,

you stop noticing the damage as anything but a weathered life.

come home.

my darling, let us give you shelter.

let us in,

and what were once cracks

can become something whole.

come home,

we can decorate with every hope and dream,

make a museum of all the softness and good behind those walls,

create a garden of all this love.

do not sit alone. 

let yourself see beyond the comfort of hatred.

you see, my dear, you are loved.

come home

to these roots that know to hold, unyielding

against every blustery day

to this love that we build for you,

in starlight and joy and bright color.

everything we hold for you is real, love

come home.

be held. 

be safe.

come home.