Home Sweet Home
Once I bought a ticket to the theater.
Shakespeare’s play.
Some old, small stage in London.
I never needed more.
I was prepared quite well.
The dress, the shoes, the mood.
I had it all.
The moment I sat on that balcony
I knew I was home.
It felt right.
Better than anything before.
For one day I returned to Wonderland.
Restored my faith, was not afraid of who I was.
I belonged there.
And nothing else mattered.
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