poem | home is such an innocent sentiment

Home is such an innocent sentiment
but yet the all encompassing desire
for it grips us in its claws
always looming over our shoulder as the dreaded figure
hiding behind dad-proofed closet doors,

We remember home as a 
saturated film reel of everyone we've loved
every flower that has bent under the wind of our will
and every heart we've ever touched,

We remember home as the very best 
or very worst of what it was

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