Male Survivor Poetry

You are coming home,
Your lonely path winds on and on,
A guiding moon shines down on you,
And your Shadows fade away.
Hope rising in you,
Your home fires are burning,
Run, run, run on your path,
You are coming home,
Lonely one.
Of all my questions this is the one
I know I can answer.  Though I do
Not yet recognize you, I know love
Because of you, and through you.
You assure me I still have a soul.
When I first came here there was
A man who told me all I needed
To do to feel better was to change
My attitude towards life.
So I did.  
I told him to fuck off,
And have felt better ever since.