Home again and yet I find
No comfort in this stone abode.
Its cold brick work holds not my soul,
Nor heart, nor mind.
The roaring fire warms my body.
Cold still inside.
Wandering, my soul elsewhere,
It searches for a warming home.
Not yet, not now, my home will be
Found when love envelopes me.
Powerful, hope you find love and warmth soon x
Thank you 🙂
I used to feel this way and I can feel the emotion within your poem. Well written x
Thank you, I’m glad it came across
love this honey xx
You are always loved by someone lovely lady xx
Thank you 🙂
Someone somewhere always love you xx
Thank you so much
You really do write beautifully. You’ll come home (to the right place) one day soon I hope xx
Awww thank you 🙂
I tried to comment on Thursday in the car to Somerset but reception was awful!! This is a really great poem and the saying Home is where the heart is is so very true. Well written lovely lady xx
Thanks so much huni
That’s so, so beautiful – and yet I feel your pain too and hope one day you feel warm through and through x
Thanks, I hope so too
Your lovely poem reminded me of the lyrics by Kris Kristofferson entitled ‘When I Loved Her.’
On going home – Mrs TeePot
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