Homecoming (10 yr Anniversary Rework)

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 Homecoming (rework 2026)

Once upon a time we were tightrope walkers strung up over gravel paths

Held steady and high by our pride and porcelain masks


We were strong (we were foolish)

Fumbling our fates to a familiar furnace 

Fire in the bellies of the young and ruthless


Forged from my brother’s lessons

Lessening the sting of any fleeting tear 

You can either be afraid

or be feared


With no home to call our own but the blood in our veins

We became residents to our family names


“Neverland” stamped upon skin

As though instructions for a return address


We moved feral and free through darkness

Liberated in our self-indulgence

The world at our heels

Thinking no one could ever touch us 


Until the consequences of our past 

Cultivated pain from what had provided protection 


Hidden beneath our fractured porcelain

Cracked smiles and blood stains

Across dirty faces with forced grins 


Our brother was taken from us—leader of the lost boys, Peter Pan

Five years returned him to us a damaged man


Accompanied by his shadow


Flame still burning behind two steady eyes

Cursed with the wisdom of broken pride 


Words of his sentence

—unspoken


Though his hands wielded no hook

He offered a foreign embrace


As if adjusting to flying without fairy dust

or to the growing tick-tock beckoning him back into the belly of the beast


My swollen womb shifted shape

Relief washed over my face

Grieving in irony

As the end to my childhood quietly somersaulted inside me

Awakening from the five-year reverie

That Peter’s return could somehow show me the road home again…


But Neverland was only ever meant for children


Here I stood—a woman


Our snapped tightrope 

Humbled us through the rubble we once transcended


Old family ties singed to keep from fraying at the ends

No kiss to protect from the pokes of our pardoned sins 


Stories swirling through the seeds of our kin

Now sown into new neighborhoods of their family names

Smoke billowing from our bones

Like chimney stacks

We had to burn to bring them all home

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