I have moved from place to place enough times to be sick of it
And sick of hearing the same cliche phrase over and over again...
'Home is where the heart is.'
I don't have a problem with the phrase itself...
The problem is my heart is in so many different places.. yet I feel like I have no home...
My heart is with all of the friends I've made throughout my travels...
My heart is with my family that lives in towns, cities, and even states away...
My heart is with my lover, who might as well be worlds apart...
I have left piece after piece of my heart behind,
Only to have some of them mailed back to me bruised and broken
I just wanna go home, but I feel so alone, lost.. stuck...
Tell me.. where do go? How do I find my real home?
One that makes me feel safe and warm.. and loved?
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
