...feels like home

Dare I hope and dare I dream

I have found the place where I can breathe,

that feels like home, a place to stretch my wings,

follow my instinct, my nature, the flow of energy

and let it lead me, let the spirits guide me,

let the touch of another’s hand be giving and warm,

let the words I hear be sincere and truthful,

let the path we walk together, be one we were meant to share,

taking us to places destined for us,

and when the ocean’s smell steals our mind,

part ways, as is the nature of life,

dare I hope this dream to be…..

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Locked Doors

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Pacing the halls like a wild animal, caged,

restlessly looking, smelling, touching here, then there,

there’s a pattern on the carpets

where his footsteps pass routinely, habitually, compulsively,

the windows are steamed up with pent-up rage,

a thick mould growing on this side of the door to freedom,

he prefers to stay and fuss and ruminate and deliberate

the same stale understanding had yesterday,

and here he’ll stay until he stays lost in the mist of isolation.