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  • Writer: Sam John
    Sam John
  • May 28, 2023
  • 1 min read

Poetic Prose 3.


Home…

The word scares me.

The idea of it makes me leap with joy.

But the reality I lived through never made me feel like it truly existed.


Was I the problem?

Why are the footsteps near my door so loud?

I did something wrong…

What was it?

I have to remember. Before they get to me…


People became home.

They built it up.

And tore it down. Idolized in a way they could never live up to.

Wrecked and in smoke.


And yet… Time and time again, I crave it.

I turned Bengaluru into my home.

I turned Savannah into my home.

I turned Los Angeles into my home.

And watched them fade away. Taken from me. Pain. Searing.


And in the vacuum… One thing became clear. Home… Was I. And is Him.


 
 
 

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