
Home is
Where the heart resides,
Or so they say.
I used to wonder
Why I never
Felt
Like I ever
Belonged,
In any one place
In any one time
With any one group.
For years on end
I have felt
Out of step
Out of place
Alone,
Lost at sea
Floundering
Drowning.
But no more.
I caught a glimmer.
A glimmer of peace,
A glimmer of hope,
A glimmer of love.
And now
There is no turning back.
Be it mountain
Or desert
Through which
I must trek,
I will find my way
To the place
Where that glimmer
Encompassing all
Becomes a blinding light.
I will find
My way home.
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About the Creator
A.Moriah
At heart, I am a nature loving, historically enthusiastic, artist and writer.
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