Missing Home (First Draft)

I go to bed in
North Carolina and
Wake up a
Thousand miles away.

I walk the streets of
This new city, this
Home away from
Home.

The history calls to
Me, it speaks to
Me, it brings me in and makes
Me a part of it.

The ancient ruins,
Strong after a
Thousand years, are a
Feat of ingenuity and
Human spirit, striving to
Achieve a greater,
Higher place than what
We are given at birth.

Winds of time cannot
Defeat this power given
Life by merely
Being.

Drawing strength,
Forging steel,
I don’t want to leave…
But, then… I do.