This house is starting to feel like
home again in spurts and starts –
not all the time every day, but
more often than not. It’s been a
long time since I felt at home.
This house felt like the underside
of an overpass and I felt homeless
in my own skin. It crept up on me,
this feeling, it crept up and took
over my life, my thoughts, my emotions
and held me hostage for nine long
years, invading my very core and
changing who I was until I didn’t know
who I was.
This house waited with the patience
of bricks and timber and roots that
burrowed deep into the earth with
each passing day that I was absent.
This house knew better than I that the
balm of home, of solidarity, of safety
would bring me back to myself,
one day.
This is very interesting. I really like this line, “This house felt like the underside of an overpass and I felt homeless in my own skin.” – That’s quite a line :)
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the feeling of being home is so powerful…and to finally feel that again is a huge relief…glad it caught you…smiles.
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i so get what you mean, we easily lose ourselves on the way at times – feeling at home is one of the most precious and powerful things
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The balm of home. An organic force and so well represented in this poem.
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I really loved this – home stays put when we go traipsing about looking for everything and is there to greet us on our inevitable return. Also, thanks for reminding me of that great Michael Buble song about home.
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What’s the Buble song? I’d like to listen to it. Thanks for you comments.
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Oh this poem tells of an inner journey – the very best kind of poem. Loved it.
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Thanks, all. This is about a rough time in my life. I’m so glad I came through on the other side!
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