A long way off for so long,
separation mostly out of focus,
only sharp when jolted,
when glancing back revealed
the distance never understood.
Looking for explanations seemed
too much like searching for excuses,
best to forge ahead, maintain armor,
match and mimic and blend in,
hoping to forget you never feel at home.
Bless the glimpse, the epiphany,
the light, the turning
that initiated understanding,
illuminated the returning way.
Bless the hindsight,
the pieces falling into place,
the gleaning, the gathering up the truth—
tattered and frayed from disregard—
now seen, embraced, and known.
Bless the kindness, the compassion,
the gentle regard that
the tender, loving warmth with which
you welcome your own knowing,
your return to the truth of yourself.