I kept looking for home
To get the rest I badly needed
To find the quiet I craved
To let myself be free
Took awhile for me to see it
Because years after years after years of looking
Of checking through every For Rent door
Of peeking through stained windows
I find that
Actually
I am my home
I am home
Jannah
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to be continued...
PoetryA compilation of my poetries and proses about love, life and everything in between. Jannah
