I am finding
my way
back Home
after
wandering
through
the
darkness.
I heard the call
and
slowly
followed
until
I saw the
light again.
I'm not perfect,
and my flaws stain me,
keep me noticeably
distant still,
but
I'm able to see You
again.
I'm no longer
blind
and afraid,
a child crawling
without
direction.
My knees are scrapped,
and the scars are
evident.
I'm sure You
are disappointed,
yet
something tells me
that
the fact that I'm returning
is pleasing.
Something inside me
is stirring.
I'm coming alive
after slowly dying.
My foundations are shaky,
but the base is indeed returning.
I've never felt more free.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
