I feel like home is a cage that I cannot break out of,
an obstacle course of objects that I am always tripping over,
a trap waiting to snap shut,
trenches that are filled with fear and amputated limbs.
I feel like home is where I go to hide from the world,
from myself,
from all the things I should have accomplished in life,
and from all the disappointments discovered next door.
I feel like home is where I fantasize about who I wish I was,
where I come up short in all aspects of life,
and the place I sneak to for another drink.
Lately, I cannot seem to think straight it seems...
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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The raw honesty? Unshakable. If home had a voice, what would it say—"Welcome back" or "Why are you still here?"