Home...

After I left, I have only been back a few times. Now, I long for the warmth and the security of my home.
My heart weeps every time I pack my bags and prepare to leave. It keeps on telling me to stay, but my mind says otherwise. I should continue on my way. It seems as if the very essence of my being is torn apart.
I could choose to stay. But I must also try to find myself as to where I stand in the greater scheme of things and as to where I am ultimately bound to go.
But deep inside, I do know where I am always a part of... Home
A heart without a home will forever wander. So I must carry my home inside my heart so that wherever I will go, I shall always belong...
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