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Inspiration Call: Word Prompt Wednesday: Home
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Raja's Insight 
Home Coming
I think that today
will be my home coming day.
The day I’ve been waiting for,
when I’ll come back.
to where I came from.
Back
to here where I belong.
Even though,
I was never here before,
never in this place,
never with this person.
I know I’m home.
I can feel it.
And know I will stay
and that it
and you
will stay
with me.
I must go outside sometimes,
leave sometimes,
of course I must.
But I’m floating free
and I will take it all with me.
It has become
part of my being,
so I can’t move away.
Can’t separate us.
This place and this person,
have engulfed me.
Surrounded me in sweetness
and brought me back
from wherever I was,
Brought me home,
made me complete,
but still free floating,
carrying them with me
always.
It’s the day I’ve been waiting for.
Lynn White
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My Home
Home is not a place
But a feeling,
Deep within me
Plunging to the depths of my soul,
Conjuring ecstatic emotion
And unexplained ecstasy.
Home is not a house
But a being,
Another spirit that blends
Perfectly with mine.
Not a perfect person,
But one meant for solely me.
Home is not a state
But a state of mind,
Filling my heart abundantly
With love and understanding
For the one that completes me
Simply and wholly.
Home is never temporary,
It remains constant no matter the ride.
His gaze, his touch, his words-
They keep me safe inside my head,
Right here beside me, or miles afar
My home is in his heart.
I have been away for a while now,
Waiting for the spark to reflame.
He toggles between validation and expulsion
And struggles to change order for me,
But I know beyond the shadow of doubt
I want to go HOME.
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Home is not a place
But a feeling,
Deep within me
Plunging to the depths of my soul,
Conjuring ecstatic emotion
And unexplained ecstasy.
Home is not a house
But a being,
Another spirit that blends
Perfectly with mine.
Not a perfect person,
But one meant for solely me.
Home is not a state
But a state of mind,
Filling my heart abundantly
With love and understanding
For the one that completes me
Simply and wholly.
Home is never temporary,
It remains constant no matter the ride.
His gaze, his touch, his words-
They keep me safe inside my head,
Right here beside me, or miles afar
My home is in his heart.
I have been away for a while now,
Waiting for the spark to reflame.
He toggles between validation and expulsion
And struggles to change order for me,
But I know beyond the shadow of doubt
I want to go HOME.
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My some-day home
so far away
sitting softly in the evening light
peaking through lacy curtains
bittersweet silence,
broken by the shrieking kettle
steam rising wistfully
pour a cup of comfort.
The tea is gone, my empty mug
I trace its rim and breathe so soft.
A creaking door and you are home.
Steps creak as you walk over
The wind outside is blowing
soft as your kiss on my head.
When you are gone,
I’m alone.
But when you’re here,
I am home.
Cassie L 🙂
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