My whole life I searched for a home,
Until they laughed at me and said, it's where you do not see.
It's where you run away from, within yourself, they said it's within yourself.
But being my own home I couldn't fathom that,
how could a wretched thing become a home?
Until eventually I did.
Eventually I will.
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Grief too is Melodic
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, feelings and emotions, love and loss. Written with the intention that it may give voice to the thoughts that hold you hostage, thoughts that remain a distant hum to your grief. Written with the intention that you r...
