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Poem: My Home

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I carry my home within me.
I can imagine, create and recreate it.
The calm, the rest, and the refuge,
Life springs wherever my heart sits.
It’s not a piece of land some where
Or McMansions sprouted on hillsides
It’s not the carved wood or painted canvas
Home is wherever I decide.
Within the humble shelter of my strength
Under the roof of my will and my self
Decorated by my love and imagination
Home is wherever I lay my head.
-alka
October 2016