I used to feel a war within myself.
I couldn't find my home.
I felt so nomadic.
Making a home everywhere.
Blending in everywhere.
A foreigner of many lands.
Even my dna supports this.
Never enough to call it home.
Always detaching once I felt called away.
So image how it felt to find it.
Then have it taken away.
The feeling so foreign.
Being called back over and over.
But resisting the urge.
Fearful the home is foreign now.
Lands change over time.
It's a fact time waits for no one.
Thinking I could replicate it.
Never feeling right.
It's not the home I want.
It's not the home I felt tied to.
Time never changed the longing.
Time never changed the fear.
Bottom line fate can be cruel.
So now I travel the ocean.
One with the water.
Right between my home and I.
Finding peace in the stillness.
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Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) (
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Finding peace in the stillness, eh. Gotta say I enjoyed the read. It's got a nice theme to it. What is peace to you if you don't mind me asking? And what home is it that you're looking for?
Thank you! Peace to me is learning to move forward in life and healing ugly emotions from the past. Accepting the fact that you can't go back to the good but you can cherish the memories. Home to me is a place with people that make me feel seen and heard. We all just click like we were always meant to meet. Like a wolf pack. Lol. In this particular poem it was about a person. These days I feel like a lone wolf just not clicking with the same people I once did. It really is terrible to admit great things have a expiration date but I am learning to cling to what doesn't work anymore just takes away what was good.
Hey, good on you for overcoming obstacles. It's always a bitter pill to swallow that things aren't going to work out forever. l agree with you on that. A wolf pack? lol. That's a nice way to put it. But even then sometimes we don't notice the members of those packs aren't always going to remain there. Freedom is a concept, sure. But isn't it a nice one to think about? I think home would be a nice place if it's what you want it to be. Thanks for taking the time to respond. Much appreciated.
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This is very good Destiny, I can definitely relate
Thank you! I wrote it earlier today. I felt it was relatable and something I've been processing. You find the real answers about things when you just write while coping with emotions. It's why I love poetry it lead me to healing instead of ignoring the past. It's also allowed me to grieve everything and find peace with it the best I can. It's been a very long time coming and the best part out of all of this is that it also helps others who relate.
That's where mine come from also, from deep within my heart and soul
I like your poem destiny .. you know I think home can be many things .. it can even be that safe nice centre in ourselves , finding a place of warmth and acceptance .. or even we can feel at home also with a connection or another person
I especially like your last few lines.. finding peace in the stillness . I love the feeling of ‘ peace
Thank you! I love your definition of what a home can be! 😁
Yeah , I guess it’s difficult to find our comfortable happy space sometimes .. either in ourselves or in the world .. sometimes we simply feel like things are wrong )
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a lovely unfurling of your searching thoughts
worded, wonderfully poetic..
(personally, I try and find my peace
from within
and have its embers, ready
to be reignited
whenever, those storms of life
find me..
Home, at least for me
is somewhere, within
we take it with us, wherever
we roam and hover
but
if we can't, settle that Home
from within
however serene, our surroundings
we can never
find a place, to feel like Home..)
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing
Thank you for your brilliant poetic commentary! Yes home can be found within. I wish I wasn't at war within. Maybe I would find it then?
or the warring, is a guide to that home, you're destined for?
sorry for your troubles, stay strong!
thanks for sharing
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Some people have a restless spirit and feel the urge to constantly move on. I'm not really like that, but I can appreciate the fact that we are all different and we have to find our own destiny in life.
Some souls are put through some harder lessons than others making them restless because the free fall of restrictions places them farther from the true place they were meant to call home. It's life's truest tragedy in my eyes. Some people find the strength to overcome those restrictions while others never do. I'd like to think I am one of those with the strength inside to over come them. Some days I would love to lye in defeat but I plan to win the battle between my head and heart. I hope one day we have a common spirit that is still.
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