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[aid] => mick
[title] => A place called home
[time] => 2005-05-29 16:08:36
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[bodytext] => I ponder, will I ever have a place called home, or if forever I am destined to roam. It hurts every time I must start over again, hope I can hardly retain. Constant change has made it hard to decipher who I really am, the struggle to find myself is like a really hard exam. All the things to which I have become attached are slowly torn apart, but no matter how much it hurts, I must survive and take heart. I am sad when I must leave a friend behind. When I last stood on firm ground, it was time out of mind. I am tried of being driven toward, & driven away, & I vow that all that stops here today. I wished that my parents & a confused child I could blame, but as time progressed, it all still remained the same. I feel like I am in the middle of the ocean, paddling & kicking with all my might, reaching out for someone's hand. I am so close now, I can almost feel, under my feet the grain of the sand. I nearly drowned a thousand times, with no hope to survive, but no matter how tough it gets, I always manage to stay alive. Now I have been in the water so long I start to shrivle up like a prune. Living this life, its never ceasing hardships, I will not attune. I can't invision that place I would call my home, because after all the struggle and near defeat, it would only seem I have a syndrome. As hard as it is to beleive that I live by what I preach; there is no need for you to impeach. So, you can trust I do truly want a home to be a part of, and if there's one thing of that I am guilty, it's that I have too much love. It seems as if wherever you go, things don't always turn out right. It doesn't matter who you are or where you live, some people just want to fight. So, when is all this crap going to end you ask yourself. When the day comes that they stop thinking of only one's self. When will they realize that what you seek is that warmth from the fireplace, & none of the efforts they have made, that feeling can even replace. The one thing that has been the most important thing to get past throughout this whole mess, is the very thing that doesn't show any sign of becoming any less. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 43 [informant] => kareless [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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