My home...
My room...
My life...
My thoughts...
When I want peace,
silence
I go to the place that says
"Slow down,
no one has to run"
And this gives patience to me
when I have to decide
what's good for me...
So please...
don't take away from me
my home...
This word
means the world
for everybody...
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar7 days ago in Feast
Comments (10)
Yes home is the holder of you and your jewels alike! Good to read!
Home is where the heart is. Well said!
Ahh this is how I feel about my home. It's my haven. Thankyou for expressing my thoughts too xx
how to you publish story that are less than 600 words?
great work
Nice Work. Home embodies tranquility, and tranquility finds its essence within the walls of home.
My house is my castle, everything bad stays outside, my house is my castle, there is no one happier than me. 🙂
Beautiful and poignant!
So please... don't take away from me my home...Really love your words. Warm Wishes
Home is where the heart is, what a beautiful poem :)