Boxes stacked like stepping stones, a new room waits with empty walls. Goodbyes stitched into each fold, They carry memories, not maps....
Kicoh Guenther
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We pride ourselves in being different In travelling the world In being a part of our family’s military commitment Yet this pride is only one side...
Kai Stedelin
Home is a word that shifts like sand I have learned to belong wherever we land I say goodbye more often than I stay The world often feels like it...
Jessica Franks
Two years without my mom, Her uniform is a distant memory, The space where laughter was once lived, Counting days where each one is longer than...
Jazmynn Maharaj
My father leaves home The house is cold and gloomy May God be with him
Jay Douglas
This is the constantly changing life, The life that was given me, People coming and going, What is familiarity? I am only familiar with the...
Hinckley Frost