What It Felt Like
Skimming through these halls
Walking down them.
Never did I wonder
What it felt like….
Safe?
Happy?
Maybe
A haven….
But what if
You have
To leave
The haven?
The safe place?
The pain, The insecurity
Of leaving a place where you
Truly
Belonged?
No.
A place where you
TRULY BELONG.
I tried and tried
To procrastinate my departure.
But no
Such
Luck.
All it ever did
Was fool me to believe
In denying
The inevitable.
All the work put in, all the joy experienced,
For a time,
To let go of this haven like a
Mere
Visiting place?
To come?
Skimming through these halls
Walking down them.
And now I know
What it feels like….
Safe?
Happy?
Yes.
HOME.
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