I want to go home
Not the place but the feeling
I kept saying to myself
For despite having a place as comfortable as can be
I never felt like I was at home
I never felt like I belonged
I never felt like I was accepted
I never felt at peace
I didn’t understand why
I didn’t know why
I didn’t understand why
I didn’t know why
At Least until I met them
For my home was never a building or a garden
For my home was never a district or state
For my home was never a country or continent
My home was never a place but people
My home was never a place but people
For bricks just make a house
For cement just makes a house
For lines on a map just make a country or state
But people make home
The people you live with
The people you spend time with
The people you enjoy being with
They make your home
They made my home
And I couldn’t be happier
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book of poems
PoetryMy sincerest apologies for the horrible cover and title but essentially this is a poetry book of sorts divided into four sections. The first section is called 'Of Family found and Lost' The second section is called 'The Battles Within' The third sec...
