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Coming Home To Heal

At first....home...so sweet,
funny...old friends you meet.

Living life and steam rolling forward...
oblivious to the life...you forgot!
There was a reason,
I ran like hell.

Get out of town,
and be well.
In my darkest hour
I wanted home...

not knowing the
devil,
smiled.

A year later,
it's all too familiar,
little,
slow,
no real place to go.....

I keep saying that I will be out soon,
another semester...
I'll be through....

at what cost did I come home?
so lost...
needing a home?

I like me better
when I roam....

poem by JAR Poet
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