Monday, November 14, 2011

Walking in the Wind




We carry our homes in our hearts,
no matter the pain.


True, 
we may 
wander to find greater inspiration
in the wide open-
far from
familiar corners 
and childhood windows,
but the grit beneath our nails will never lie,
for native soil lies deeper.


And while it may be undesired,
never spoken of again-
and hidden away to spare the judgement
of
city boy
or country bumpkin,


Home will always remain steadfast.

It is a secret,
unavoidable,
truth.


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