Feels like I’m stranded at sea
People I don’t wanna let in I just wanna be left be
Struggling with no sense of real direction
Lost and out of connection
Various perspectives
Gotta find my own directive
Feeling all thoughts and emotions
My brain has chaos and commotion
I’m my own worst enemy
Analyzing all parts of me
Breaking down at each turn
Self sabotage and watch it all burn
Leave everything up in ashes
Help satisfy the masses
Sending out my own S.O.S
To help me lay my thoughts to rest
Searching for a light to guide me home
To somewhere I feel like I belong
About the Creator
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Home
Home is filled with laughter and tight hugs when you come in the door. It’s a child’s laughter, silly questions, and then asking you to sit down and play with them. Home is so much more than four walls and a foundation. It’s heart beats and warm smiles. It’s echoes of laughter and the jokes you share with family and friends. Home can be found in the gentle souls around you that have nothing but kindness and love to give. You can have many homes in your lifetime but nothing is so profound than finding a home within souls you connect with throughout life. Home to me is anyone you can be your most authentic self around and will love you through your good and bad days. I am fortunate enough to have a house but even more fortunate to have found many homes in all of those I love and cherish and who love and cherish me.
By Julie Davison4 years ago in Poets
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