Before I had my own four walls
there were those who had theirs
and welcomed me in,
gave me a place to lay my head,
rest my heart.
I had no clue back then
what an extraordinary gift that was-
I took their kindness for granted
and disappeared without a trace
when my mind made the four walls close in on me
and left me wishing for death.
But when four walls become a home
and strangers become family
walking away is always temporary.
So like the prodigal son I returned,
arms open this time,
desperately trying to replace
the loss in my heart
And as soon as I was embraced
and welcomed back,
I regretted all the time I wasted
closing myself off to the support
I always wanted and needed
but didn’t know
how to ask for.