Setting out on a journey,
on my way back home.
Figuring out the pieces left,
picking them up as I roam.

The fragments of identity,
the dreams that I wove.
Settled to find anything,
even the masks I've worn.

Desperately looking for truth,
from the past that made me hope.
Meticulously observant,
of the things that once made me whole.

Home is where I belong.
Home is what I have longed.
Home will remind me the goal,
that made me want to soar.
Home will heal the me,
that fell ******* a cold floor.