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We are home.
No, we are not all in the same house
the same city
No, we don’t all go home to peace
but we are home.
Words cannot abandon us
Hope cannot fade so long as we keep
Holding
On
so
Hold
On
Home isn’t always where the heart is
Sometimes
All it is
is a pen
paper
poems
But it doesn’t matter
Home is what you make it even when you’re not
making it so
take a deep breath
Look around you.
No matter where you are now
One day, I promise you:
We will be home.
— y.c.