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In case you wander



Cherished hopes and dreams, 
when turn into ruins, 
when times become too hard to endure, 
you dread that you may never cure, 
that's when your thoughts seem to spin- 
a whirlpool, 
in the mid of an ocean! 
Oh dear! 
How do you escape the predicament ? 
Where do you even go? 
Home? 
Why home? 
Why not anywhere? 

They say people leave 
when everything falls apart. 
Home won't. 
When trust seems to ooze out 
from the cracks of betrayals, 
how you long for safety! 
When, on falling into an abyss, 
how you wish to be caught 
right in between 
by a pair of hands. 
How you long for home 
when you accidentally head 
into a journey 
that seems to never end. 

Is home worth it? 
It is. It always was. 
Even when neglected, 
it always stood beside you 
just to make it clear that 
in case you wander, 
you'd always have it,
that it'd find you anyways. 

All this time, 
you searched for home 
in the bodies of other people, 
when it had been 
right within you 
all along. 
Will you accept this time 
that people don't make 
good homes for you? 
That they never did. 
That they never will. 
You did. You do. 
And you always will. 
Not for others, not for anyone 
but for you, and only you. 




 




















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