Prodigal

Prodigal

where I am and how I got here
add to the confusion of where I’m headed
all of this—
what is and what will be
upon me do weigh
time to think, time to plan
time to cry and time to wonder

and here I am, so far away,
everything I’ve become
and continue to be
label me for what I am
strip me naked of disguises self-created
run away, run astray yet longing
longing for the return
though shame and repentance await
and whispers of guilt still haunt

where I’m going and how I’m leaving
pin me in fear in my sleep
all of me—
what is and what will be
upon me do prey
prodigal I have been
and prodigal I remain