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Home, the place I wish to be.
There I’ll attain rest, experience peace,
support, and not feel afraid.
The wind chimes would be welcoming.
It would be saturated with happiness.
Wish it could be by Christmas.
But know it won't be, am still searching.
Promised myself, I’ll find a place.
It will be perfect for me.
Those who turned their backs, cursed me,
will not place their feet on my door mat.
That will be my gift to me.
Copyright © Ruth Garnes | Year Posted 2014
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