What Is Home?

Free Verse

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I do not belong
on the surface of this world —
but the utmost heights
and the fathomless depths
call to me at the break of day
and the dead of night.

Home is a dream
that opens doors
to worlds unseen,
where skylarks in the morning
have wings to rule the day,
where bards of old
hold more power than kings,
where lost souls are found
on a misty blue mountaintop
singing joyously with the wind.

Home is a legend
that never dies,
retold and renewed
through wanderers
that seek refuge
in a mythical world
that stands head and shoulders
above this cold, broken one —
perhaps it’s for the best
that I don’t belong here,
for that other world
is always open to me.