EvacuationA Poem by CourtneyHome is where the heart is, so where is mine?
From afar, a warm cozy house, but up close, a land mine.
Home is where you run to, so where will I go?
A temporary escape from looming dread, yet my spirits stay low.
Forced to live this nomadic life - never once been homeward bound.
Home is what you make it, yet there's no solid ground. © 2008 CourtneyAuthor's Note
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