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…Going Home
Sometimes we just want to go home.
It is where the heart is; and not necessarily,
four walls with a roof.
But, where the warmth is, the unconditional love.
The place where our souls are naked and we can bare all;
the truths about our self and each other.
Where we speak the secrets we keep.
In the arms that hold us, are the security and the strength;
to rid away our fears, doubts and sadness.
It is where we come to build up, recharge and rejuvenate;
so we can be who we are each day and yet, become better.
Where sometimes we are the rock, the giver of support;
and the one to make it all better by just being.
It is where we are not alone.
Sometimes we just need to go home.
10-19-06