Thanks for writing this, Charlie @))-
When I abandon my home spirit
things start to grow weary.
As painful memories consume me
how will I know to never look back at anger?
The morning smell begs
creativity wants its place it calls haven.
New areas & new faces
adjusting to spark for inspiration,
but as time goes by,
the years bring me to decay.
My real home is where I belong –
If I don’t return, then I might as well drive myself
into complete madness.
Over @dVerse, Abhra has us writing on coming home.
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