Poems 1.2

Here we stand.

Here you're welcome, wanted even.

Here people see you exactly as you are. There are no words. There is no need.

There is only acceptance. Fulfillment. Pure love, joy, abundance.

Yet these words are completely futile. They do not scrape the clouds of this ecstasy.

And here in this new paradise, even the love you knew seems scarce. Even the deepest desires fall away.

For here you are, in heaven.

But this time its real. Its whole. There is no chance of it ever being take from you.

Because in the end, you realize, you've simply come home.

All the searching you'd ever done was to get to this place; like you harbored this distant memory of completion, so you searched high and low and far and wide to regain that feeling.

All along you were remembering this; your true essence. The core of your being. Your home.

And don't worry, you had to leave it so you could come back; it was all a part of the plan.

Every step, every stumble, every fall.

Every kiss and hug and handshake.

It was leading you back, and now you're here.

Here as you are, as you've always been.

Welcome home.