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Away From Home

Away from home
All humanity strikes one
As a stranger.

Corridors creep darker
And laughter screams
Disingenuous.

There is no honest rest
For the godforsaken wayfarer
Who’s pressed the purlieu

Far past plumb, lest he turn
His back on the eccentric
And spin, at once, homeward.

Heaven is wholly familiar.

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4 thoughts on “Away From Home

  1. Sonny says:

    You know I originally read that first stanza from the perspective of a trip– being away from home for a few days or weeks. For some reason it mulled around in my head though– which was strange because at first read, I thought this piece was simple and straight forward.

    Then I realized what it was…

    Away from home
    All humanity strikes one
    As a stranger.

    That’s what the last 15 years have felt like– and that one sentence has shed some light on my own deeper sense of displacement.

    • Cheesy cliche, home is where the heart is. But it’s truth. Home has nothing to do with where you live. It’s where you love. And when you arrive at the familiarity of it, you’ll know instantly.

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