There are too many ghosts here,
whispers in walls,
shadows haunting hallways,
fear and footsteps,
and echoes I can't forget.
This place is not Home,
it's just the house I grew up in,
a shell I’ve outgrown,
a mirror reflecting someone
I don’t want to be anymore.
Home should be where your heart is,
where it jumps for joy,
dances and sings,
loves and breaks and loves again.
My heart is far from this place.
Near a horizon I’ve never touched,
where birds fly and dreams come true,
and the sky feels like it belongs to me.
I want to leave my ghosts behind,
step through a new front door,
where the weight of yesterday fades,
where the air carries only tomorrows,
and my heart can learn
to dance and love and dream again.
I want to find Home.
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