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The Home beneath the ground

I have finally found a place
That I can call home
a place were no fugitive roam
no more garbage in the street
no more lesson to compete
and no more neighbor
to watch me from their phone

I have finally found a place that
I can live, a place that doesn’t judge
people about where they have been
 the people were happy and kind
and  their over the top treatment
 almost blew my mind

 I have never met such happy 
people before, they were 
loving and welcoming and I said
to myself it is the perfect place
I wanted to be, but little did I know
That an aged old secret 
was hiding underneath  the “bed”
It was a place for burying the dead

All the missing people were
 tied up in a bag and tucked in deep freeze
underneath the bed that has an
opening that leads to cellar
and then into a basement

I wasn’t digging but my spirit
was searching and it leads me
to the secret hidden underneath the bed

I didn’t ask any question
and I did share the story with anyone
but I packed my bag and leave the town
without a shilling or a crown
the  same day and I never looked back

I continue to search for a new home
the place where destiny bounds
a place where I can find a perfect balance
between work and home life
and  the place that can keep my creativity alive

The language is deep and the culture is incomplete
 The weather is fine and life is divine
And just as I thought about it
I saw you standing on the cliff
with your hands stretched towards
and a radiant light surrounds me

You took three steps back
 and stood on the flat ground
 And a radiant light covers you
And I woke up suddenly

Sweat was dripping from my face
and lights were shining all over the place
It’s a dream within a dream
but the imagery appears real
 
Take me to the place where
I can call home, 
A place where pure love
Resides on the heart
A place where people emerge from the dark

Take me to the place where nature is kind
And the people are content with their lives
Take me to the place that I can call home.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025

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