The Wanderer

The Wanderer

A Poem by gabiaimee
"

I'm a gypsy, a wanderer.

"
If it is true that you can't go home again,
then I don't have a home.
I must be a gypsy, a wanderer,
bonding with every city,
falling in love with the farmland,
the churches, the cemeteries, 
that have held my family for generations.
It is true I have returned,
and felt no less at home,
than I did in countless places,
where I have spent my years.
Then I suppose I have not yet found home,
only places to live and places to love
and places to admire.
Is home where you grew up?
Where you graduated?
Where your family has settled down?
Or is it a place you spend all your life
searching for,
only to find that you left it long ago?

© 2015 gabiaimee


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Home is where the heart is. It is not a place as I heard once or twice before but simply an irrevocable condition. I have an ancestral home where I grew up with. If I go there now and retrace my footsteps and relive the pleasant and unpleasant memories that shape me of who I am now. I won't feel at home there anymore but a temporary visitor or a guest. At least the prodigal son is still welcomed home. But I really don't know. Perhaps home is really built inside everyone's heart until we look for it in afterlife ...

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Thats nice, searching for a home...only knowing you've found your home when you feel a part of place, and yeah maybe it may have been left along time ago. I like the thoughts on this piece. well done :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Home is where the heart is. It is not a place as I heard once or twice before but simply an irrevocable condition. I have an ancestral home where I grew up with. If I go there now and retrace my footsteps and relive the pleasant and unpleasant memories that shape me of who I am now. I won't feel at home there anymore but a temporary visitor or a guest. At least the prodigal son is still welcomed home. But I really don't know. Perhaps home is really built inside everyone's heart until we look for it in afterlife ...

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A short piece, but it sure does leave an impact. I think finding 'Home' is a journey for everyone, it can be a quiet place, in the arms of a lover, or the house where your childhood took place in, Amazing work!

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 1, 2015
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Tags: poem, poetry, home, gypsy, wanderer, travel, wanderlust, city, love, family, farm, america, hometown, thomas, wolfe, depression, future, past, moving, away, church, god

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