my room,
and finally feeling like it's home.
Not a permanent home, but at least where my bed is.
And at the first hints of normalcy,
I slipped away to where home was.
And suddenly my heart is torn
between what was and what is home.
The bed that rested me for so many years
feels so foreign and strange.
And the stairs I climbed so many times
are so much easier, and harder, to endure.
What at first felt so hard and different,
I begin to understand.
This long road that I'm forced to take,
Can only take me home.
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