The Home That is Not.
The home of that I cannot call home any longer.
Home
I can feel you in my bones.
Home
Betray my body with your marrow.
Home
Is it next to you forever?
Home
I will follow you wherever you roam.
Home
Land and time are no longer my own.
Alone
I can feel you in my bones.
Alone
A heartbroken heart beats on cue.
Alone
Will you be here forever?
Alone
in sandy sinew
Alone,
but we're together.
Land,
I feel you in my bones.
Land
So sacred and strong.
Land
Life flows through vessels and veins.
Land
where my spirit belongs.
Land
Seized, invaded, maimed for selfish gain.
Land
The remedy to all my wrongs.
A land lays broken.
A body stands alone.
A spirit, ever roaming.
A soul, always searching.
A home prevails in its lineage.
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Vonne Vantablack
An unreliable narrator with a knack for telling tall tales.
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