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sidhe_faerie) wrote2014-05-04 02:51 pm
Home
Home
There is a place I call home. It is a quiet place that I hold in my heart. The actual place is no longer there but it lingers in my memories.
The brick house was just large enough for family to gather for holidays and days of mourning. Each room was warm and comforting. It brought peace to my heart and joy to my soul.
Outside, I would walk in the beauty of nature. Green grass and wildflowers were a constant in the spring and summer. A small creek hidden among the trees meandered by with a slow leisurely pace to soothe my troubles. I could breathe deeply and release everything that bothered me.
Sometimes in my mind I go back there and walk the paths and watch the stream in my dreams. I would give anything to go back there again and feel the way I did. But it is impossible to go back to something that isn’t there.
It is true you can’t go back to what was. You can only move forward to what is. There are only those things you can carry with you. Things like the comfort of home.
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