I kept hearing her call,
The part of me I had buried.
She was patient,
But her voice was strong.
I find remnants of her beckoned pleas,
And I smile.
As she was always there.
She told me to gather myself,
That this journey had ended,
Now I must begin again.
A travel back to Her,
To where my life began.
A discovery,
Of the part of me,
That I had left behind.
She waits for me.
She loves me.
And I am finding,
That I love her.
So I am going,
Back to Her.

Genevieve Hoskey
June, 2009