There are times
when I still feel like a stranger in this world,
like nobody knows me,
and I don’t know anybody who’s there for me.
I want to go home,
but I can’t go home yet,
and I remain where I’m lost
and cold
and forgotten.
When will I be able to see the dawn again,
when will I be free
to go where I want to go?
No more a stranger,
no more a nobody,
no more alone,
and without a home.
Find hope in your darkest hour.
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6 replies on “Without a Home”
I know you said the tone of your blog would change and become more personal as you move to another country, which I can see from this one it is more personal. You sound sad, depressed and lost. I look forward to your posts but this one left me feeling sad for you–it sounds like you’re on a new journey and feeling like you don’t have a home. I hope you find what you’re looking for and get back to inspiring us once again!
@Mizlibby – sometimes we have to go through points of sadness before we can find joy again, and when we find it, it will even be sweeter than before 😉
For some people, home is not a place but a feeling that begins and ends in the heart. Love where you are. Love the peopleyou are with. This creates a sense of self-acceptance home.
I have the same feeling with people in this poem.It happens when I’m alone, noone’s besite me.Thanks for your sharing.It’s so sad
@Haley – You’re welcome, Haley. Hope you don’t feel like that today though 😉
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