Throwing stones at the river
my 7 year old nephew asked me
“Where are these ripples going to ?”
Stumped, I thought awhile and
said, “Home. That’s why they are so happy.”
Home can be your family
or your friend
or that one person who bring out the child in you
or it can be the palpable solitude
of your bedroom in a city full of familiar strangers.
Home is the safe space,
where you can give up
, be sad, cry and still make it through.
Home is where you can dance naked
and so can your soul.
If you can think of one,
no matter what, hold on to it –
it will be the light you bring
to all your darkness !
And there will be, many.
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“Home is where you can dance naked” – that is a great line. The image of ripples and the question at the beginning are also an interesting way in to the poem. Enjoyed it.
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Thanks David ! I am glad you enjoyed it 🙂