the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 41 – Break ‘Em Up

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It’s a little bit like this:
Open your eyes
For the first time
See that you are not home
Instead, you are caught up
In a daze
Lost in a maze
Where there are no signs
No directions, no solid lines

But what is a home
When you don’t know your home?
Is it really where your heart is?
Where your family is?
What is it?
Where is it?
Why is it you can’t find it?

Though you may search and yearn
And your stomach may churn
I hope you see that you can turn
Anything you see into a home
For you are not alone
In this troubled environment
You can make it
So take it
And break it
Into pieces that you can actually grasp
Carry them, do not bury them
For they should be taken with you

So one day, when you do find
That precious little plot
You can name it your home
And you’ll have pride
In the place and state of mind
Where you reside


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