by Nauvoo | April 30, 2018
Poetry Contest 2018
Where Home Really Is  Home–It’s now just a temporary stopping place.On the highwayA black blurCounting the white stripesLike a deja vu, returning home.Though my life seems to be right here–It’s dislocation;It’s love and belonging.One I love and one I needFor the girl in the mirror, or the girl outside the window;A sense of belonging–A human need.To satisfy my stomachTo satisfy who will accept meIt’s denying until it’s a childhood breeze.My eyelids closed, knees to my chest;I’m in the place with mountains surrounding me.The beehive state, the desert.Where deepest memories run through my veins.One of the four corners–My hometown.
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