365 Days of Poetry: Day Three-Hundred and Thirty-One

moving is a process.
a delusion.
a necessity.
new surroundings.
new challenges.
same fears.
same dreams.

settling is a process.
a conundrum.
a journey.
new destinations.
new routes.
same hangups.
same love.

moving is a process.
not quite ended.
not quite real.
home is always the first.
home is always the dream.
difference of memory.
difference of revery.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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