Home

He
was home,
almost more
a hope than place,
a destination
dreamed of and often feared.
There were battles still to fight,
hidden scars to reveal and heal;
he was home…the journey just begun.

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One response to “Home

  1. Home can sometimes be a dangerous place. But at least it’s familiar – we know where things are. Voyages disorient me.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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