3:00 a.m.

Another one of those nights
When you can’t fall asleep
But you are at peace with
Your heart and your soul
The ticking of the clock is
Slow enough for you to hear
And count as you try to sleep
The world feels peacefully
Quite under a warm blanket
Of protection with no fear
The air gently taps on your
Windows and the room is
Perfectly chilled reminding
You of cold winter nights
With warm cups of tea shared
With your family huddled
Together sharing stories till
You all fell asleep in the lounge
Memories of laughter echo in
Your head as you turn and
Look at the family photo on
Your bed side and a nostalgic
Smile rests on your lips and
You lay back down letting
Those childhood days play
In your head till the memories
Blur as sleep takes over

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A place called home

There is a restless feeling under my skin
An itch that makes me want to claw till
I bleed raw and find what’s hiding within
A void I walk around with pulling me down
With its weight and hollowness that gnaws
In search of peace I have traveled worlds
A place I could call home to be myself
Where I could read and scribble freely
A sanctuary that blankets me in its arms
Letting me ramble on eccentric issues
That warmth which would make me smile
And forget the burdens of the world not
Just a roof to live under but a heart that
Will reach out and pick mine apart rightly
Enough strength to share the weight of
The world to succeed and survive madness
But between chattering crowds and houses
The emptiness inside grows as I fail to
Find what could be my “Querencia


Note: Querencia is a place from which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you’re your most authentic self.