HOME by Obialor Anita
I want to go back home
but I've forgotten where home is,
I've pitched my tent all around the world,
all across the seven seas.
I long to find my roots
but it's hard when I can't find myself,
Like a lone oak tree in a maple forest,
Like a thriller novel in a horror shelf.
I miss the feeling of being one,
of knowing that I belong.
I'm a few steps away from breaking down,
breaking out in a melancholy song.
I wish that I could find myself,
but I feel I'm without direction,
Like a blind man caught without his cane;
I am left without perception.
Maybe one day I'll find that place
or maybe it's a feeling.
Where I can lay all of my burdens down
and begin a new phase of healing.
Until that fateful morrow comes,
No matter how unknown,
I'll keep walking this winded path,
Trying to find my home.
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