Poem of the Week
A moment of reflection curated for you
Home
Once you leave home
life softens at the edges
days blur into each other
and direction feels like a rumour you once heard
you wake up not knowing where you are going
only that you must keep moving
learning how to survive without the comfort of knowing
Once you leave home
life softens at the edges
days blur into each other
and direction feels like a rumour you once heard
you wake up not knowing where you are going
only that you must keep moving
learning how to survive without the comfort of knowing
in another man’s land you become a stranger
pronouncing your own name carefully
measuring your steps your words your silence
trying not to take up too much space
you miss things you never noticed before
the way time moved slower
the way laughter sounded fuller
the way you belonged without explaining yourself
and when you return
home no longer fits the way it used to
the walls recognise you but you do not
you stand still in familiar rooms
realising that leaving did not just change the place
it changed you
now you are both
a stranger there
and a visitor here..
