Bring Me Home

A lifetime of lost.
Always that small feeling in the back
Of the mind of "not".
Not quite fitting.
Not quite the same.
Not enough.

A heartbreak of left.
Always that wonder of "what did I not do that made them leave me again?"
Left for another.
Left for something more.

Yearning to give.
But not finding anyone who wanted
What was offered.
And yet, they picked at the soul like
Vultures, fighting for the bits they did want.
Leaving tatters and shreds of a damaged heart behind.

That lost, Left behind, unwanted thing lay hidden. Overlooked by the ones only caring for the superficial connections.
Only seeking what pleasure they can tear
Away from the weaker that cross their path of destruction.

Determined, needing comfort and refuge.
Reaching out a final time for the light.
Lost in the dark. Hoping One would notice.
Seeking safety and acceptance.
To be found as enough.

And a little sliver of light, just a simple introduction of comfort.
Like a warm blanket wrapped around with words of compassion.
Picked up and cleaned off. Removing the dirt from falling and being kicked aside
For someone shinier. Prettier.

Being found. Claimed. Wanted. Burst open the door.
And the soul that was drawn through by the claiming is so glorious it shines as bright as the stars.
No, not the sun.
The lost do not shine in the light of day.

They shine in the darkness to show that there is hope.
There is a reason to not give up.
There are Ones who listen and seek.
And what they are seeking is that which is lost. Left behind.
The surrender offered in whole for the One who sees it for the gift it is.

And takes it. Claims it. Owns it.
Gives it a home in his heart.

Masters it.