I have lost my home again
This time, only after a short while
Just as I was seeing my life begin
I find myself in this inevitable denial
One may adapt to such grief
With a foundation of stability
However, even before I was so deep
I had never felt serenity
Home is a form of love we all wish to keep
I tell myself to justify my suffering
What they don’t understand
Is that my home has always been a heart that’s beating
Maybe I should listen
And put an end to this relentless longing
For I am mistaken
That my home is in any human
touching write,and i like the
touching write,and i like the idea of it being home
ron parrish
Home
is in the mirror, assuredly! Great theme. ~ slc