Because I could not run for home,
It kindly ran for me
Reminders, hints everywhere
Yet nowhere to run.
I saw the hope of travel diminished,
Destroyed.
How I mourned the road not taken.
Shivers down my spine,
Entangled.
I can not help but think of the sights unseen.
Wonders in the place not visited.
Does home make you shiver,
Does it make me shiver?
But like a warm candle, the home has hope.
A place that holds answers to the questions long-held.
Are they real questions, or speculations,
All long resolved.
Someplace safe, it feels like at last.
A real safe, one with a lock and key.
Finally, one that’s open for me.
Realizations I will never forget.
This place is like a second home.
New wind, gusts that blew over me.
This a feeling of euphoria, of home,
My heritage.
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