Thoughts Turning to Ink on Paper

Letting Go

Peace, peace, peace!

At peace with my mind

My family finally came around,

But I don't know how to talk to them

How to be around them,

Like everything's okay

When it's not

What they said

Has hurt me so deeply

I'm not sure I want to

Be around them so soon

I know they're reactionary,

I knew they would go

Straight to cutting me off

And the things they've said,

Have run deep

Have run so deep,

I have wounds

That have not yet healed

That may never heal

I am not ready to go back "home"

I still don't know why

Why I call it home when it's not

Not anymore at least

Maybe it's because I've called it home

For so long

That it's hard to let it go

It is time to let it go

And start anew in a new home

Where I can take my time

Do things at my own pace