by Mary Guimont

Created on: July 07, 2010   Last Updated: July 28, 2010

A place where I am respected

Despite my faults and imperfection

Place to call my own.

A place I can call home.

Where I don’t feel alone

Where my thoughts are allowed.

To think and wander

Above the noise and the confusion

A place where I feel reality above the illusion

A place where I can sort it out

Where I feel security with out a doubt

A place above the madness.

A place where I can shed all the sadness.

Will I ever find a such a place?

Where insecurity and loneliness

are forever erased?

I miss a place,

I have never known.

A place I long to own.

A place called home.

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