Monday, July 27, 2009

My Homeland

Elizabeth Milligan ©2009

My homeland is inside of me.
It is of infinite rooms.
It is fortified and emblazoned by the life outside of me.

My homeland is a tapestry of tales.
Of stories about choices.
About rooms explored and doors only opened a crack and then shut,
Or never opened at all.

My homeland,
Where life's seductive dust and noise are relegated to a sane perspective.

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