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Home

Home is the pillows you miss
Where tea is brewed just like this
Home is where
A smiling face
Awaits
A train journey, jelly legs
A pounding heart resonates

Home is where you long to be
Where nowhere else will do
Home is where your heart,
your mind, your soul
Rest at peace

Home is where you sleep deeply
Safely knowing you are loved
Accepted, respected, completely

Home is where coffee
Tastes much better
What is the secret?

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Lurking 

I walk this path
trode by thousands
the light
sometimes guiding
sometimes blinding

Me who’s walked
a thousand
miles searching, seeking
yearning
crying, laughing
healing
seeing life turning

Come walk this path
with me
discovering, learning
let’s follow the light
returning
to what matters most
true life’s meaning
promising, lurking.

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Trust these hands 

These hands have thrown a ball
Swam in the sea
learnt to grip
Firmly
whilst climbing trees

These hands have known
The softness of silk
They have crawled
Played with dolls
Made friendships

These hands have held
Their own babes
Softly, caring
Comforting
Wiping tears, mucky faces
Doing up
Those shoe laces

These hands have toiled
Made beds
Grafted, cooked, plastered
Painted

These hands have touched
The smiling, wrinkled faces
Of loved ones
In far away places

These hands have learnt
The art of caressing
Discovering
Undressing

These hands held the promise
Of having, holding
Loving, caring
Forsaking all others
Till death did its bidding

These hands will hold
Your heart
Carefully
Nurture it
Without oppressing

Trust these hands,
their love is unending

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Continue 

I doubt I can continue with this obsession
It consumes my every thought encompassing every emotion
It is plunging me into an ocean
of despair, sorrow, pain and commotion

Please leave now
before it’s too late,
you are not free to love me, hold my hand, console me

You’ve tied yourself round me, like a rope attached to an anchor
I don’t want this anymore, leave now
You no longer astound me