Home love

The spirit of my home
is settled in my bones and
it sings lullabies to me
every now and then,
when I feel the distance between
the stars and me is too much,
when I feel that am alone.
Even when I am gazillions
of kilometres far away from it,
the cells of my earthling body
dance in harmony with the
atoms that are rested deep in the
core of my home.
Even when I cannot indulge in
the reminisce of it the way
my soul does,
my home still calls out to
me every night,
reminding me of the light
I am made up of.
The spirit of my home, yes it has one. I'm made up of the same atoms as my home is and my home and me are the same. So, even after travelling the entire cosmos and living lives in different universes, my home is still there. It calls out to me every night when I look up at the stars questioning the origin of my existence. Though, my earthly senses are not able to hear the answer that comes through but my soul listens to every bit of it. My home loves me even after all these light years of travelling and the gazillions of kilometres of distance between us because we are the same.
- Rebekka Kaur
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