12.

when I said I wanted to go home.. I meant...

We navigate through foreign waters with damaged hearts and empty hands.

We see ourselves in the aged and wise of what could be.

We learn compassion after leaving someone to grieve alone in the damage that we’ve done ourselves.

We learn again when trying to love those damaged by others.

But not when confronting others damaged by themselves.

We just listen.

We show our battle scars and preach the all knowing, it’ll get better with time.

We breathe in the smoke and hope it cleanses.

Spiritual suicide, in attempt to free ourselves from god and the devil.

We give away our soul hoping someone loves it enough to keep it safe.

We wander lost praying for direction, but it’s like the water rushing through our empty hands.

Only when we hear the beating of the drum and the song of spirits, do we connect long enough to forget about our problems.

I want to become smoke, flowing endlessly free.

I want to become the howling of the wolf at the moons first light.

I want to become the flightless eagle fearless and brave.

I want to become the buffalo sturdy and confident.

Beat that drum for me until my lungs shed into smoke.

Set me free, let the wild nurture me back to health.

I just want to go home.

-addisone