Brea Pond Poet Free verse

Home Is Where the Heart Is

I’m longing for a place that I belong
This need for comfort is constant and strong

They say that home is where the heart is and that’s where I want to be
With all the falling leaves beneath the apple tree

I want to roll around in the leaf piles and breathe in the fall air
This place that I am stuck in could never quite compare

I need to be where I am loved to the moon and back
I miss going home to an “I love you” and an afternoon snack

I try to find the feeling that I so long for
I have never felt this type of yearning down my core

Please just give me some chilly sweater weather days
I’ll run and run trying to find a way to satiate this phase

This time of year I can never feel whole
I am broken and up north eternally has a piece of my soul

I know where I must go but until then I’ll have to comply
I’ll bury my aching and wait for the day I can kiss this place goodbye

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