My heart yearns to go home
but there’s no home left there
family is gone, moved
landscape changed
My gut tightens
with the yearning
to walk the old trails
to be out in nature
To remember
those times of feeling safe
to let the woods give comfort
to my sorrowed heart
But it is no more
no home, no old trails
paths changed
the property unrecognizable
Aloneness eats at my soul
I feel I have no roots
no connections
no sense of belonging
I’m left floundering
like the end of a rope
flopping in the wind
with nothing to tie it to
There’s no old home
to return to.
--Sasha Wolfe
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