For so long
I left to
Leave leave things
And people behind
Pain and problems
Unable to bury
Burn or ignore
I turned away
Running somewhere else
I found a
Wayside a respite
A place to
Mend and recover
Now strong again
And happy still
I’ve realized that
This isn’t home
But a refuge
Now absent of
Blunder denial or
Mistakes I set
My eye on
Somewhere new somewhere
That calls me
Calls me home
Well crafted poem.
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Thank you very much.
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You’re welcome!
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