Coming Home

When I was young,
I learned to hide
I was still myself
just deep inside
and building
my pearl on the outside
so as not to feel
through the
hard, shiney shell
and so I was protected
but it was hell
always being true
because there’s nothing
else to be
but never being whole
for fear of feeling me

And trust me when I say
Pearls are beauty
on display
and for that beauty
you can dearly pay
not for evil
or to betray
but with your joy
born from your play

So serious
So serious today
and those will tell you
it’s the only way
and everyone is carrying
a heavy day
and everyone will go away
and before you know it
your pearl is grey
but by that time
maybe you’ve lost your way
and instead of celebrating
your pearls decay
you fight to build
another way
with hard smooth edges
that keep away
any vibrations
that might touch your soul
the one you forgot
from young to old
the one that sits
patiently
and will sit forver
waiting for you
to turn
and softly
so softly
say hello
and sit down with it
and be alone
with your best friend
in your life long
home.