The Prodigal
I come before you
naked and cold
Ashamed
of all I've done
like a prodigal son
I've run away
Squandered
and returned with nothing
In search of myself
I only lost you
Desecrated
from my former self
Now here with you
I feel safe again
Revived
I'm finally home
~(c) Hollie, November 22, 2001
questions unanswered
who says you have to name these things?
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