What is home? A place you go or an essence you feel?
Home is where the heart is
That saying is untrue.
Home is wherever loving arms openly embrace you.
Home is where those loving arms gently guide you in.
Warming the chilled frost of your hands although you’re full of sin.
Wait too long in that embrace and I over hear.
Those arms of love have turned to hate and dangers very near.
Decide to hide or to abide
You’ve heard them plan out your demise.
Poetry excerpt from my book titled: From My Journal Notes: All of that was for this.
About the Creator
Ivy Gray
Author. Poet. Storyteller
Can You Drive a Ford Fiesta Through a Desert?
I’m flying down the B1 highway from Windhoek to Keetmanshoop with a map and a boot full of camping gear. I’m excited for the first stop of my Namibian road trip: the Quiver Tree Forest. I spot the sign and turn onto the C17, off the tarmac and onto the gravel. I’ll be there soon; it’s only ten miles or so. I am unprepared for what comes next. The car slides and slips across the road. I am not fully in control anymore. I slow to a crawl. The car judders and shudders, the noise deafening, the vibrations rattling the teeth in my skull. It takes me around an hour to drive the ten miles. I arrive at the campsite relieved to be in one piece, even if it feels like all my bones have been shaken slightly out of place. I will later learn that this is what happens when the gravel road becomes “corrugated”, and that the roads authority goes round once a week to “grade” them. Seems I arrived about 6 days after the grader had last been round.
By Jenifer Nima day ago in Wander
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Home a essence you feel, alot of people don't have a home