Breadcrumbs.

Ebb and flow,
This week's lesson is about finding comfort in my own tides
Recognizing the pattern better so I don't get caught up in
Fighting every wave.
So glad I have a mirror to hold,
Hands to grasp and a warm place to curl up in
When I need a quiet place to spill my head.

I keep waiting for that shy knock on the door,
An orange flash around a corner
Stunned and squinting in the twilight
So much to say, and yet
So little.
All debts forgiven, all penance done:
With love and kindness I can say that we were right
And we were so wrong.
A heavy summer's weight gone by
Bitterness swept up in the sweet sunset
I'm grateful, so thankful for the things I learned
That brought me to a calmer place
Strong and bright, here.

So if there were questions to ask,
Answers to give
Or some talk about the weather,
Know that the only thing I would really ever have to say
Is thank you.
I've found my way home.