Going Home

Going Home short poem

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There is a certain feeling that arrives soon as the thought approaches.
A sort of dream like feeling that comes to take over what ever mood,
What ever presence that is shallowly felt.
In truth it’s the best part of the day.
Finally putting yourself first and making that special trip to ultimate comfort.
A place that you’ve been but never felt until the feeling grabs you as mutual.
Truth of the matter, life couldn’t be as grand as you can imagine it.
The mental aspect of anticipation.
The thought alone is breathtaking.
Taking everything in stride, promising not to stay gone long.
Going to a place that you’ve always known.
Following a gut instinct, it’s only natural.
Not fully understanding it’s depth until having left
To truly know just how much it means.
Going home

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