Sunday, March 9, 2014

We are always searching for home

In the end
this is what I was.

I was someone
you could always come to

with a question or silence
at three in the morning -

you'd find me there.
watching your sleep,

being protective of you.
Like a loyal dog.
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3 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky3/09/2014

    I love this, Kenia. I see some of myself in this poem.......and I LOVE your title.

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  2. Kerry O'Connor3/10/2014

    This is the essence of every journey, every story, in a nutshell.

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  3. Anonymous3/15/2014

    hmm. That phrasing in the final line. Am I wrong to sense a bitter taste? ~

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