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Poetry

A collection of poems written in my journal, and selected to be put here. The musings of a farmer and his life.

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by frog_rainfall

by frog_rainfall

7/5/20

Homesick

I do not miss my home when I leave on trips

I'll miss my bed or my own personal space

But I never miss home

I never understood

When people miss home while traveling

It never made sense to me

I love traveling

It's far from easy

But I always have a deep sense of freedom when I do

It's like a part of me is found

It took me a while to realize what it felt like to be homesick

I was stuck in the idea

That one was always homesick for a place

But I became homesick over a people

My friends and I were divided

Thousands of miles between us

They were who I spent every possible bit of free time with

They were my family

And then they were gone

It hurt

Gut wrenching

I miss them every time I think about them kind of hurt

I started yearning

For the day we could be together again

Maybe even live together

I fantasized about us living life together once we are older

And every time I think about it

I get this same feeling

The same feeling of missing them so much

Wanting them back so much that is physically hurts

And that's when I realized

I was homesick for a home I did not have