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CAN I COME BACK HOME?
It’s never too late
to pause the chase
to stop running like a mad dog
after a world that never turns back.
It’s never too late
to stand in the open sun
after years of hiding in shadows
to finally thirst for the light.
It’s never too late
to shed the robe of shame
to return to the road
you were always meant to walk.
Home never shuts its doors.
A father’s arms never forget.
Even the prodigal
still has a place at the table.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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