Sometimes I long for home -
neither my permanent address,
nor a place with bricks and stones,
but a space where I can be free,
be accepted without question,
and sit at a table
that makes room for me.
A place without insecure battles,
without masks to wear,
filled with soft voice of kind souls,
where I am safe,
where I am valued,
simply as part of the whole.
~🖋️Poulami
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