Old Friend

Just a poem capturing the happiness or returning home.

So buried beneath depression 

Debris

For what felt like a century 

From rejection and other people's misery

Distrust

Mistrust

Fighting the kindness inside of me

No form of flattery 

Just harsh stares

And cold shoulders

Cancelling last minute plans

Friendships shattered

Breeding deep seated pain 

Felt like going insane

And then the break 

Where I move back home

Originally feeling out of wack

Not necessarily all alone

Just stunned into silence

By the lack of violence

Protruding from kind crevices

Polite words

Kind and soft

Holding doors

Genuine embrace

Being there in Grace

My soul returns to mingle

With what filled me as a child

Joviality running wild

And so I rise up to greet it

Hesitating at first to meet it 

But succumbing

Surrendering

To the reality of being home

Coming back to an old friend