born and raised
in a cluster
yet alone in thoughts
I kept looking out
to talk, to share
I never ever felt at home.
college was fun
with kids around
being frivolous
Realization…
of a higher mental age struck…
I never ever felt at home.
work excited me
as a platform
to showcase all that could do
create the world I dreamt of
I did not have the freedom
Alas …. I never ever felt at home.
I learnt to walk alone
with no fear
of death or separation
failed expectations
goodbye, life…
I never ever felt at home.
Tale Weaver #215 – Alone – March 21st

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Brilliantly penned, Reena! Feeling at home is so important physically and mentally.
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome!
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life is so often a search for belonging and safety. Great response Reena.
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Thank you, Michael!
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Master piece! Just resonating with my thoughts. Nicely penned Reena. 🙂
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Thank you, Anjana!
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Heartrending. Yet I feel this way too. This poem is brilliant
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Thank you so much!
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You are welcome
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Fab
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Thanks, Aman!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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