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Coming Home
I touch the tea tree leaves
and the corners of my room
like a stranger lost
in someone else’s story book.
I press my lips against
my soft patchwork quilt
and feel like a child again,
searching for the frayed remains
of tears and dreams.
It’s quiet and someone’s broken
the hand of my porcelain doll.
There’s a scar down her face
that I try to erase with butterfly kisses
and soothing words,
but I know nothing is right anymore
and she doesn’t have a name.
I touch the tea tree leaves
and the corners of my room
like a stranger lost
in someone else’s story book.
I press my lips against
my soft patchwork quilt
and feel like a child again,
searching for the frayed remains
of tears and dreams.
It’s quiet and someone’s broken
the hand of my porcelain doll.
There’s a scar down her face
that I try to erase with butterfly kisses
and soothing words,
but I know nothing is right anymore
and she doesn’t have a name.
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Another beautiful piece of work. The first line says so much. Simple - yet the imagery is so vivid.