When I start earning,
I will build a house,
A house that I will call my home...
I do not dream of grand luxuries.
But—
I will build a home where,
the moment I enter, my heart finds peace.
A home where,
with a single step inside, all restlessness fades away.
A home where,
I can return after fleeing the endless race of the world.
A home where,
beneath its shade, I can gently melt into myself.
A home where,
the winds will greet me with open arms.
A home where,
every corner will whisper a piece of my story.
A home where,
I will not wish to gather myself together,
but simply belong.
A home where,
I will not feel the need to become someone else.
A home where,
I will become truly myself.
A home where,
I will finally be me.
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antra.coree (Pseudonym) (
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Beautiful poem…well said!
Thank you
It sounds like you have already begun to build this home not with wood or stone or brick but with thoughts, habits, values, forming walls and a roof of identity setting the boundaries of where others end and you begin. Powerful wording in this poem and applicable to all readers but not forced upon them by being set in the first person offered as an example not a mandate. Very nicely done
Thank youuuuuu so much!
You are most welcome
When we know what we want and where we are headed, we can aim for that set goal and pull our resources to those ends.
Yes truee
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