Home is my remedy
and a primary source of pain
that is constant and sharp.
Home is where I find calmness,
and where my battlefields begins.
Home is where I love to be
and know that the risk to
get disheartened in return.
Of going back home or not,
in between of that, is a me,
who often, get confused.
I love home.
but it's hard and hurt
to be around.
And everytime I go back,
I am not actually giving myself a chance,
but also the one staying at home.
A chance of seeing me,
for one more time.
And a chance for me,
to love them once more time.
They can do it,
because in front of my own two eyes,
I see them love others just fine,
it just me
But after all,
we all know the answer,
a home is a home
no matter what.
And by that,
it means,
a home is a place
where one should return,
no matter,
how high you fly
how far you travel
and
how painful the distant.
Come back home.
Just come back.
The rest, will settle
I hope