Poetry Drip

What is Home to you?

Your origin? Or your destination?

Somewhere you come from or somewhere you arrive?

A place or a person?

Just recently, I was lucky enough to be able to safely travel to Romania, the country I was born - for the first time in 2 years. When I got off the plane, the sun was out at midday, sky so blue with a few fluffy cloud and the smell of the earth filling the air was so familiar, that it immediately invaded my chest and with no intention to cry, my eyes welled up. Its as if my cells were being zapped by a giant invisible and familiar  magnetic field. 

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What does it mean to be at Peace? How do we get there? I read the poem 'Peace'.

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What does it take to stand alone when we don't fit in with the rules and expectations? Strength, ability or just willingness?

The poem is called "Alone", I wrote a few hours ago. I publish my poetry on my blog www.wordslam.blog

Why podcasts remind me of pirate radio stations during communist times in Bucharest in the 80's, how a dear friend inspired me to just use my voice, and a reading of ''Freedom" one of the poems I wrote this year.