This is Home

A Poem by Sarah

i feel odd today.
like im someone else
in this old body of mine.

ive wondered
in the the deepest woods
that i could find
in this small town of mine.

the nebraska mugginess
sticking to your neck.
the heat just warms you.

ive always said i hated it here,
but the day i left
and crossed over
into a nightmare.

i couldnt be
anywhere
but here.

small,
yeah.

but i can never
see myself,
leaving again.

if i do,
i will always come back.

this is home.
this is safe.
this is love.

no where
else
have i ever
felt this.

i wont drift from
the beauty
that this
awkward state has.

we got our cows
and our corn fields.

some of the nicest
people come from here.
well, the ones i know.

i dont think for of moment
that i could want anything
different.
not one second.