Homesick

Do we really ever stop missing home? Missing what we once thought was safe?
I miss home  

I miss feeling “safe”  

I miss that feeling 
But 

In my 28 years 

Home 

Has never been safe 

 

Safe was this idea 

A fairytale

Something to keep me warm at night.
But 

I’m 28 

And 

Homesick 
I’m homesick 

For a place 

That I’ve made myself believe 

Believe is safe 
But safe it is not…
-B. 

10-12-17

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