HOME by Harry Kuhn

So many broken memories,
So many places I never fit.

Too often the guest, rarely the host,
Too many sofa-beds.

So often keeping silent,
So often needing to be agreeable.

Never in my own home,
Never feeling at home.

A stranger within myself,
A stranger in my own skin.

Needing to be alone,
Needing desperately not to be alone.

Where I never wanted to be,
Where I was at home.

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One Response to HOME by Harry Kuhn

  1. Erin says:

    Harry,

    Your poem is very moving. I enjoy how you used repetition to stress the constancy of your emotions as you drift from one place to the next, searching for home. I can relate to this poem on a very personal level. Thank you for sharing!

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