These shining
Gleaming
Lights
Make me feel
Like I’m at home
The cross state lines
Running along
Like our minds
We could be
Lost together
The neon
Signs
Winking
But it feels
Different
Each day
I’m praying
That I’ll make
It back
Home
But nothing
Really feels
Like home
Until
I see
That although
I’m scared
That the place
I love
Is gone
And that
The silence
Is so strong
In this
World
I know I might
Be caught in
Somewhere
I don’t
Belong
But no matter
What
I won’t
Fear what
I don’t know
So I’m reaching
Out for
Something
That might
Not be real
Even though
I might be
Looking for
A reason to not
Lose my mind
I’m always
Going to be
At home
With you
- Author: LP2187 ( Offline)
- Published: January 11th, 2025 09:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments6
Home is where the heart is and that could be with the living or with the departed depending on circumstances. No matter where in the world I am, I know where home is. A lovely poem.
Thank you very much, I appreciate your thoughts.
You are very welcome 🙂
You heart only resides in one place and it will live there forever, enjoyed the read
Thank you
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Amazing
Thank you very much
home is almost never a place, I think. its who you feel safe with
Yup, home is not defined by four walls and a roof but those you love
Yes! I must remind myself several times a day that home is where your heart is! Thanks for this uplifting poem. 🕊🙏🏻🕊
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You are most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
A beautiful poem I find a home in. Easily faved! Well done!
Thank you very much!
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