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This is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)

Home

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by Roseangel53

by Roseangel53

Maybe,

Home for me isn't really home,

But some backwards haven

that I run to

and, ironically, get attacked in.

Maybe,

Home for me isn't the dirty white walls

Or the dog at the door

Or the bag on the floor.

Maybe my home isn't a place.

Maybe my home isn't somewhere I sleep in the night,

Maybe it's not the bright lamp in the dark midnight,

Maybe it isn't where I see my folks and they me.

Maybe my home is me...

It should be.

To find comfort in my walls of skin,

To open my eyelids by lifting the sills,

To be amused in clamping of my rotund door shut, words no more.

To find intrigue in that abstract painting and its flaring neurons,

Maybe that's my home.

To find safety in my 80° body heat,

To find solace with my size 9 feet,

To feel whole as I eat,

free as I run,

balanced as I breath in through my lungs.

Maybe that is my home...

It should be.