Home, a word that people wear like a cloak of light
Home, a word that people wear like a cloak of light,
uttered like a spell of peace, a place where the heart finds rest,
but for me, it has always been a land of shadows and troubling echoes,
never a sanctuary of safety, but a silent struggle for survival.
Since I was a child, I felt the pain hidden beneath the mask of love,
but love should not leave deep marks that scream in silence,
fun should not push you to dissolve into nothingness,
I tried to make my voice heard, but the words turned into storms.
I don’t think I hate them, but I find no peace in their restless presence,
I long for space, for the silence that embraces the lost soul,
I want to be alone not because I am shattered, but because only then can I breathe,
when I hear the word "home," I don’t see walls, but a refuge for the free spirit.
A place where I can be myself, without hiding my wings for fear of judgment,
where I can follow the call of dreams and exist without restrictions,
where I am not afraid to speak the truth or live in vivid colors,
but such a place never existed within these cold walls.
And yet, my heart still yearns for that realm of light,
I don’t know where it is, but I know I’ll recognize it by the deep peace,
and until I find that place or weave it from threads of dreams,
I will continue to escape into the universe of my mind, for everyone deserves a home,
even those who have never felt like they have one.
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Dan Enache
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