Coming Home

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by Méia Jacobs

After years of being out there
Floating around in circles
Waters seemed calm and safe
But a storm was building inside
Slowly, I let the wind blow
I let it guide my way
Falling in love with its directions
I find myself now
At ease with the storm
The wind built and blew
A woman anew, Old Me
Dancing with the myths and tales
I am transformed
I am the same
I am coming Home
A paradox

Blow wind, blow.



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Méia Jacobs

Hi, I’m Méia – a tree lover, artist and wanna-be poet with a passion for garden gates, art, homes, history, and audiobooks. I'm growing my roots in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin, helping others do the same, and loving every minute of it.

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