Hours spent traveling, from one stop to the next.
I知 exhausted and excited all I want is to be back.
To the place where I feel most at home,
When I知 there I know I知 never alone.
I can leave all my baggage at the door
And not think about any of it anymore.
A million miles from the worries that has plagued me.
Lost in the foreground of a beautiful scene,
Country homes placed here and there,
Hundreds of snow covered trees.
Fields that go on forever,
The roads I travel here are a bit longer.
But my heart doesn稚 feel so lost
And here I am always stronger.
For years I despised,
Said it was a place I could never learn to like.
My anger was displaced,
Unceasing pain for what I left behind.
Swearing that I would never find another home,
So foolish was I,
Though I am sad I cannot live only to regret.
A decade of remorse for a land I may never see again.
I知 letting go, I'm home.
I知 exhausted and excited all I want is to be back.
To the place where I feel most at home,
When I知 there I know I知 never alone.
I can leave all my baggage at the door
And not think about any of it anymore.
A million miles from the worries that has plagued me.
Lost in the foreground of a beautiful scene,
Country homes placed here and there,
Hundreds of snow covered trees.
Fields that go on forever,
The roads I travel here are a bit longer.
But my heart doesn稚 feel so lost
And here I am always stronger.
For years I despised,
Said it was a place I could never learn to like.
My anger was displaced,
Unceasing pain for what I left behind.
Swearing that I would never find another home,
So foolish was I,
Though I am sad I cannot live only to regret.
A decade of remorse for a land I may never see again.
I知 letting go, I'm home.
Author notes
I was born in Germany and was lucky enough to live there for six years (I'm an army brat). When we came back to the U.S I enjoyed being back but always said I hated living in Northern NY...when that wasn't and isn't true.
Written January 4th, 2005
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This reminds me of the old saying "You don't know what you've got until it's gone." I left home when I was twenty. Lived in many many different places but came to realize that there is no place like home.
Regards,
Leo Long
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Excellent!
I think you were very brave to have left home in the first place... I can remember when I was 16 years old and wanting to go into the town with some new friends I had made... my parents would not allow me to go... I wasn't too happy with that, however, it turned out to have been a protection as there was trouble that night... I can always remember feeling so safe when I realised I could have been there and involved in the incident.. that is when I realised what a safe haven my home was.
As I read through your poem, I see you also came to realise that home is more than just a place you live, it's where you grew up and formed your character, where you learned when to be careful and when you can have free rein... a great write, I did so enjoy reading this.
Keep on writing, you are doing great
~Katie~

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This is as wonderful a work as I have read in a while. It captures so well the torment you allude to and wnating to be home. You should be proud of this, I'm sure you are.
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Brava!
This poem is excellent and really conveys your feelings.Take a bow,this is truly amazing.



