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Coming Home

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This Poem is an ode and dedication to healthcare providers of all kinds, first responders, law enforcement and military members who put their minds + bodies on the line in their daily effort to support our communities or way of life.  The act of "Coming Home" can be more than simply being done with work.  It's the active effort of coming back to our minds + bodies, after temporarily and unconsciously choosing to turn parts of ourselves off during our job in order to do a good job.  If you know what I mean without further explanation, than this poem is for you.  With that being said, as you read this or possibly share with others, take care of yourself in the ways you choose to come back home.

I can't feel my body.

I'm losing my mind.

I'll come home to both.

In my own time.

My feet tell me now.

Where I need to be.

My legs move me fast.

To save or safety.

My hands show me when.

I might need to pray.

My heart moves my blood.

To live for today.

My eyes may deceive.

So we'll need to breathe.

One breath for you.

One breath for me.

I can't feel my body.

I'm losing my mind.

I'll come home to both.

In my own time.

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