The Lost years
Peggy Raether
By Peggy RaetherPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
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I've wandered off, far from home.
In search for something more.
Vacant streets in which I roam,
remain calm in the aftermath of war.
Once again left searching for answers,
Longing to loath in my perceived defeat.
Remembering past cancers,
I no longer recognize this street.
A place I once called home,
Is now the host of someone different.
A place I once called home,
has never felt more distant.
Maybe it's not a house which makes a home.
Your home may often change
As do seasons, as do we.
They say "Home is where the heart is".
I choose to wear mine on my sleeve.
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