Home.

I'm home.
Been through it, one piece or another.
And, whether I keep these pieces together or not
It's enough to just be back
To where I belong.
I lit a fuse, a long time ago
Rode that rollercoaster to its firey end
Started down a path
Was it a year ago when we first set foot in the sand?
Or two when we laughed by the hearth?
Three, maybe - when I ran screaming for the wall and broke everything.
(Toward, or away- is still up for debate.)
Or nine when I jumped with both feet into a strange river
That carried me far,
Taught me the world.
And has finally brought me back to where I started
Only now I have new information.
Am I heroine, or damsel?
Saved or savior?
Here in this, some new ever after
I could never have imagined.
Here, the most important lesson of all, things I wish I could impress on my teenage self...
It will all be ok.
It will always work out.
You may not always be happy, but
You will never be alone.
You will always be loved.