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A Forgotten Home

This is a piece that describes how I feel whenever I think about my mother and the family I have far away. They're my everything and I wouldn't trade the world for them.

A Forgotten Home

By: Anita Marie

Home is where your heart resides
It's where you can be whoever you'd like and find a safe haven within
The hush of the noise, the gleam of the night lights
The little things that just makes home a home

Some live in huts, others in mansions
In homes there is dining space for a family to share
Family could be a family of six
Then again family could just be mom and you
As long as there is a reason to get together, home will remain a home

It may be a freshly bought house or an ancestral home
Yet it will always be yours to treasure
Yours to cherish and yours to endure

Life thrives at the very soul of the hearth
Spreading warmth to the coldest of hearts and light to the darkest of souls
It's where you find that spark of hope that ignites the fire of your deepest passions
And that warm hand to hold when you think you're left out to drown in the ocean

But sometimes we forget home
We forget what it's like to build make believe fortresses with the pillows we sleep with at night
It becomes all too vague how we first rode our bikes and how we embraced the number of times we fell

Sometimes home slips from our mind when we're enjoying a cup of coffee at a shop
Sometimes it completely disappears when we're dreaming about the unknown feared in the dark

We sometimes walk through our lives with the knowledge of something else other than home
But no matter how far the distance we go
Our feet will always lead us back home

Nevermind how dangerous the road back may be
Home can be the house on the next street or thousands of miles east
Sometimes you realize you never left home
Sometimes you understand that home never leaves you
For every time you choose to leave it, home will find you

Without needing a map, a compass, or a GPS
Home will find you because home knows who you are
Because whether you admit it or not, home has always been in your heart

Posted in Random Poems I Find Meaningful

The Old Observation Exercise

This is a poem about how an assignment a few years back gave me some meaningful insights. I love this exercise, by the way.

The Old Observation Exercise
By: Anita Marie

You have 10 minutes to just sit down and look at your surroundings
That’s an exercise my professor came up with for us to practice observation skills
But 2 years after the exercise was first given, I start doing it again

Someone’s reciting while studying, another’s shifting through his phone
A barista laughs, two people are buried deep in a conversation
A child finishes her cookie, a guy passes by checking if there are any more seats

It’s all a matter of just paying attention and listening to them
You’d be surprised at the little details you can pick up that way
She’s 12, he’s an architect, she once failed a test, he’s openly gay

Their emotions show on their faces and their stories unveil themselves
He’s been hurt, she’s been back stabbed, he’s had an awesome day
And they smile at you knowingly as if they’ve made up your story too

It’s fun being someone else other than yourself at times
You get to run and hide without any attachments
No regrets, just almost-friends in passing during these solitary moments

Others think you’re the type to order a frappe on a sunny day
Some think you’re too greedy for an outlet even if you got there first
But there are some who knows that you have your stories too

It’s all just so amusing yet lonely, simple yet lovely
Imagine the countless stories that happen inside this small coffee shop
You’d imagine millions, all with different plot twists and genres

As you can tell, I enjoy doing this exercise and I indeed do it often
It makes me realize I’m not the only person in the world who’s rocking the universe
We have all these familiar strangers, and they all have different stories to tell