Seeking Home






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As the eyes become less moist And the heartbeats less frantic

Seeking Home

As the eyes become less moist

And the heartbeats less frantic

Moving on appears a real possibility

And yet,

The spirit remains convinced

Of its irreparability.

Punished one too many times

By an unkind world,

It weeps.

Trickling into a slow-rising tide

Kept at bay beneath the shadows

Capable of transforming anytime

Into an all-consuming wave.

As if by routine

The heart feebly attempts

To bleed inwards

And fill up anything unhealed

While the lungs desperately gasp

For air between breaths

Choosing to fight for a cruel life

Over a non-existent one.

Outstretched arms emerge from within

Tirelessly hopeful

In finding a piece of home

Somewhere, something, someone

Anything to bring warmth to a world

That has known none.

Wordlessly acknowledging

That the boy standing at its doorway

Is wounded

And that that’s okay.

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