Come as you are

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Come as you are

I come as a visitor... disguised in orderly fashion amongst a crowd
But I heard a whisper in an atmosphere overflowing with words, "Come as you are"
I come a stranger of many oppressors and peers... cast away for the sake of others
But I heard a voice in the distance convey, "Come as you are"
I come as unseeing eyes... appearing through the ashes, words lost through the concrete crevasses and cracks
Many stare in disbelief at the bruised exterior I display but slowly turn their backs
And look past the soul in captivity they rather not see
But I heard a voice in the depths of my mind boldly say, "Come as you are"
I come as the blind... trying to vision desperately moments interrupted
A mind corrupted by tainted promises placed in both hands broken
In hope to mend the pieces back together again
I come as an outsider... enduring invisible ridicule and laughter where I tend to be numb
Looking to conquer the eye of the hurricane before and after
I come as the lost... looking to rekindle
Where I once knew to begin
Time and distance I could measure seeking out an unconditional friend
To take my hand and never let go
In the midst of tragedy I repressed many carried feelings alone
On the rebound of falsehood where I made my kingdom, where I made comfortably my thrown
Wearing the crown of misconception and questioned identity
Where I crash and burn in the hands of resentment
With emptiness being around the corner
In remembrance to yesterday
I come traveling far beyond time could foretell and distance can balance equally
The path ahead encountered bitter and another day I recall too still and too sweet, a moment's peace
My hands hanging on the jagged edges of reason
The threads I sowed into the repeated pattern of isolation
But I heard a voice in the realms of my secluded soul with such emphasis deeply tell me,
"Come as you are"
"As you were meant to be
A chosen one determined by faith
Bound by saving grace
Come as you are!"

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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