Chapter 14: Home is the Place

by on August 22, 2014

Home is the Place

Home is the place where my soul rests
Where I am rooted and not diluted
Where I feel respect

Home where I’m met with accepting eyes
Where I am welcomed with wanting arms
Where I let the blood dry

Home is the place that remembers me
Where all the mirrors undress the fears
Where I feel pretty

Home, where I meet new sins
And the old ones I forget

Home is the place where my ship wrecks
Where all my bosses are not my crosses
Breathing down my neck

Home where I remember what
Who I was before you said I’m not enough

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