A day will come, when the things we treasure will haunt us
A day will come, when the things we hate, will love us
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Are you weak or strong?
I fight the battle of strength against the weak,
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I'm a poet.)
"Home"
It a dream,
A dream of my journey home,
I am drawn by desperation,
Looking for my home,
At the beginning, home is in a proximity I could see from afar
I boarded a car to take me home,
Or, should I have walked home?
I was glad if I could reach home more quickly,
Like I said, it a dream,
My journey home.
I look out the car window, and realize that home seems to be a long journey,
I could have sworn I saw home,
I became unsure of home,
The environment I find myself now feels foreign,
I am unsure, and scared that home is a world to big to find.
I dropped down from the vehicle, hoping to find home myself
I met my sis along the way,
She knew home, and still knows the way home
I realize too late, home is a one man journey,
I am all alone looking for home again, I couldn't find my sis to lead me home.
I am stranded,
What is home?
A person, or a place?
I have been struggling all my life wanting to find a place I belong,
Not in friends,
Not in family,
Not in wealth, and accomplishment.
My journey home is still a journey I am on,
I am still searching for the home I thought was close by, but still far
Maybe home is a person,
Home is each and everyone of us,
A journey of home, is a journey of finding ourselves in this chaotic world,
I haven't found home
I am still on the journey of home.
Life is first a journey of one person. Along the way, life becomes a journey of people. Never journey alone.
Never always think your problem is bigger than the earth itself. No one is perfect, we all are struggling. It just depend on how we handle our problems that differentiate us from the obvious and known sufferer.