the exiles

dive down deep into the

murky waters of your most

exiled parts. greet them as

you would a newborn, eyes

adjusting to light, ears to unfiltered

sound, suddenly thrust into this

cold world. cradle them, whisper

gentle words and comfort them with

softly sung lullabies. they think

themselves unwanted, orphaned as

they’ve been from your conscious

experience — show them otherwise. hold

on tightly as you swim them to the

surface. this is your homecoming.