She said goodbye to another body she knew as home. Another soul that had almost become her own. But as much as she loved him, he never understood that home was never a place. Home was his arms, home was his heart. Home was something no one but themselves could tear apart. Home provided happiness like no other because happiness was never about the places explored or the personal battles conquered. Happiness was seeing those beautiful eyes and smile time and time again. Home was about having a lover and friend. But home was a one-way stream, home, in reality, was nothing more than a dream. An idea that was never fulfilled and was easily killed because at the end it was all about the thrill.
-M.A. Fernández
Copyright © 2017 Marlin Alicea Fernández, Soul to Ink. All Rights Reserved
Soul to Ink- M.A.Fernández 
Eeeeeeeek. Love this!
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😂😂 Thank you very much
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ah, what poignant heartbreak. Would that home could be found within the self, and not in some other…
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One could only hope to find a home within themselves, but it’s much more common to try and make a home in someone else’s heart. Human beings are social beings.
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I read this piece over and over again. It is truly well crafted. I’m a writer myself and, besides meaning, I can’t help looking at the ‘technique’ and, in a kind of say professional deformation, do some virtual editing. I like the inner rhyming at the end. It provides a mantra-esque qualtity and it nails the sentences into the brain. Having said that, I would have loved somewhere in the text a word rhyming on thrill. I also like the story is not sentimental and that it leaves me wondering about the concept of home being a thrill. Anyway – food enough for thought and that is what a good text needs to bring 🙂
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Wow thank you for your robust post. You really made me see the value of this poem and its quality but most of all think of the poem on a new perspective, thank you for taking of your time to leave a comment.
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Lovely and wistful. It is hard not to want home to be someone else. And it is not easy to live in oneself as home.
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Thank you very much. I definitely agree with you there.
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you very much
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