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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Monday, October 25, 2010

Poem 12: Home away from home

Home is where the heart is,
where the food is,
and where people greet you when you come back from a long day away

Home is safety and comfort
feelings of being wanted 
but where you're sometimes leaving just to get away

Home is a state of mind;
a place of belonging.
It's where time melds pain into a distant thing

Home is a place of birthing;
a house of living;
a country that leads growing towards a new way of thinking.

Home is a soft surrender.
It is a place, a thought, a knowing;
an escape from what life you are running to

Home is ever changing,
but always known.
This is my home: my home away from home.

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