home

home.
such a confusing thing
for me 
home is not a place
though if i had to choose one
id say vermont
home 
is long grass
swaying in the breeze
just waiting for children to come run through it with bare feet
in a wild game of tag
home 
is my mum's hugs
and the feeling i get when my father says he's proud of me
like there's no ceiling to my joy 
it just keeps going
home
is the smell of lentil soup 
and pachuli 
sweet
and insense 
home
is how their smile 
lights up my world
and iluminates all the dark corners of my fears
shooing my worries away 
home
is coming back after a long day 
having my younger siblings run to the door 
and wrapp their arms around me
saying they missed me "soooooo much!!"
home 
is all the people I love 
home 
is all the things i know well
finding home 
is finding happieness
wherever i can 
and letting my spirt grow
and florish 
no matter the cercumstances
home 
is where my heart
and soul
and mind 
claim to be theirs. 


 

Inkpaw

VT

18 years old

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    Each stack higher than its former

    Every thought and every scrap

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    Each minute that lingered longer

  • Inadequacy


    How do I push the words out
    From behind my taffy tongue 
    Thick with salty tears 
    And full of grubby thumb 


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  • Paper Frogs

    Why

    When feet fall soft but quick 

    Does the hallway extend

    And the hot breath of whoever’s behind me feel hotter 

    Why do I stay pressed to the wall 

    Like a stubborn gruby sticker