Dreaming of Home

 
I woke up beside you, in a house that we own,
sobbing and broken ‘cause I couldn’t find home.
The dream was so vivid, the feeling so raw;
an aching realization I’d been here before.

No one to guide me, found my way on my own,
following my instincts, somehow I knew the road.
I set out across the water, though I couldn’t see the way;
unseen creatures threatening, but I kept the fears at bay.

When “HOME” finally appeared as if out of thin air,
I could tell everybody was already there.
They’d gone on without me, not thinking to wait,
and though I’d arrived, I was getting there late.

My panic, it drowned me; I needed a hand,
for the current was pushing me back from the land.
The person who helped me was patient and kind,
but I saw “here we go again” crossing their mind.

A sudden awareness came on me just then:
I had done this before and would do it again.
Finding “home” is a struggle I won’t ever win;
though I’ll get there, I’ll never quite feel I fit in.

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