There is home.
The place from which you were wrenched,
that for which you have spent every moment searching.
Sometimes you are so close,
you can smell the heather
and the pine.
No amount of striving will take you there.
You must settle in yourself,
let go
and dare the drop.
Too much thinking
will obscure the path.
You can only find your way home
by trusting your heart.
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NaPoWriMo
Day Thirty
Prompt: Write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place.
Apr 30, 2021 @ 21:57:20
This reads to me as sage advice for poets and other creatives ❤
May 01, 2021 @ 07:25:05
❤️ A bit sad to be saying goodbye to April.
May 01, 2021 @ 17:14:25
I like it!
May 02, 2021 @ 01:23:29
😊