They say home is where the heart is
I believe my home is where he is
So, why is it that when the bags are packed
The passports ready and the currency converted
I sit on our bed and stare at the four walls
Instead of excitement I am filled with anxiety
It's not the flight, no
Soaring through the sky holds no fear for me
What I seem to fear is leaving
Closing the door behind me
Is it right to feel homesick when you are still secure within your home?
People suffer from last day blues and once home, holiday blues
Me... First day blues and relief waiting for me at the departure gates to come home
I don't unpack my case, you see
No matter abroad or within my homeland
I don't feel as I should when presented with the travel plans
My heart can surely be found in our home
Along with my nerves and my sanity it seems
But onwards I will go
Tomorrow, I will close my front door
He will take my hand in his own
For the world, it seems, is waiting for me.
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Author:
Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: True story. I just wrote this one as I packed away the last few items for our holiday tomorrow... Instead of excitement, I found myself close to tears. I always get like this... I do realise how fortunate I am to be able to travel... It just seems my nerves don't agree. Anyway, writing this has helped me a little. So on that note, I will be away for a while. Keep posting my dear poets. See you when I'm... Home
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Comments4
I love this!!!❤️ well done!
Thanks so much! 😊
Wonderful write, the home is such a special place and it is always a pleasure to walk through the door.
What a lovely clear honest declaration of your feelings you give today.
I know i have similar feelings, beyond my UK frontier i have no wunderlust. Maybe because i like the security and familiarity of my surroundings... or maybe it's something else. To be honest i haven't explored the issue. But i know the feeling.
Don't try and change! Why bother? Home is where you've made your nest and it's safe. We all need safety. That's an important sentence... 'we all need safety'. If you don't feel safe (and secure) then you won't be acting like the real you and (unless you're an actor) you will not be able to relax properly.
Great piece to read Clara and as you see it got my juices flowing.
Don't go changing.
You express so well how we all deal with our own unique random minds, I guess the only real connection is that we are all looking for our own harmony and balance.
Thanks for sharing, much peace and respect.
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