Prodigal

Posted: July 8, 2017 in Poems
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Wanderer
I used to stand tall and mighty
Defiant as a sturdy tree
Against all odds and cares
Against all currents out there.
 
And I was confident–
A puppet proud of its motions,
A clay proud of how it’s molded–
I thought I was strong on my own.
 
And I left, like ship without rudder I left,
Wandered too far from the sun
And then wondered why it’s too dark
I left, and now I just have no strength left.
 
I used to think I’m well equipped
To win my battles and wars
But instead of holding gold trophies
I’m here full of wounds and scars
 
Because I left, like ship without rudder I left,
Wandered too far from the sun
And then wondered why it’s too dark
I left, and now I just have no strength left.
 
And I left, wanting to prove myself strong I left.
But now please take me back to the fold
Bring me back to my life, my joy, my home
I left, but now let me return to the joys I’ve left.
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