She is my home

By Strong Without Realising in poetry, Uncategorized on
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This body of mine

She is my home

Sometimes I forget

How much she does for me, is me

She breathes

She feels

She processes

She purges

She opens

She closes

She grows

She loves

All of me

This body of mine

She is my home

For now.

I am blessed to hold her, to touch her, to feel her, in every motion, every minute, every action, I am blessed.

This journey of ours together is like no other journey before,

For she can never be repeated, replaced, reformed

She is one, she is mine to share, she shares with me, all, everything together.

This body of mine, I call her home

She is my home, for now.

Xo S

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Published by Strong Without Realising

My purpose is to elicit soul passion beyond the status quo. Guiding and inspiring others through knowledge gained from life and traveling and being in this world.

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