There's a huge difference between a house and a home,
And I don't consider our house my home.
Home should be your resting place
But for me it was prison I always wanted to escape
And until now I'm still wondering where could that home may be.
Where comfort's warmth and peace entwine,
A sanctuary where heart and mind align.
The walls I've known, though sheltering and strong,
Never felt like where my soul belongs.
I dream of spaces where the heart can soar,
A place where love's the key, and hope's the door.
Though wander I might, in search of what feels right,
I seek a haven to embrace, where shadows turn to light.
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Echoes of My Soul: A Journey in Verse
PoetryEchoes of My Soul is a raw, unapologetic collection of poetry that delves into the dark corners of the human experience. Through verses that burn with anger, seethe with hatred, and ache with pain, the author reveals the struggle of confronting life...
