Poem about Coming Home

Home

Out in the world

Are often hurled.

Interactions

Bring distractions.

Some are unkind,

Other’s bore mind.

Smile when must,

Pretend give trust.

Go home, days end.

Connect with friends.

Happy with kin.

Back in own skin.

June Nash

You venture out into the world.  You deal with people of all sorts.  Some are not easy to deal with.  You put on your best public face and tolerate it.  But. . . when you get home. . . sweet lovely home. . . that is when you can be yourself. . .in your own skin.

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