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Going Home

I’ve searched for safety
in the curve of a stranger's spine,
in rented rooms,
on borrowed time.

Mistaking myself as a guest
in my mother’s place—
steps I told myself
I’d never retrace.

So I go to busy cities
with electric stars,
neon lights
from open bars.

First-class tickets,
year after year,
searching even
the stratosphere.

But the only place
I know to go
is in my chest,
where wildflowers grow.

Where little me
can run and play,
be herself—
a safe place to stay.

Lullabies sung,
steady hums of belonging
in my own voice
to settle the longing,

For a home somewhere far
away from the noise—
a place where my presence
someone enjoys.

But that place isn’t a place;
it’s been rooted inside.
The foundation is set.
I don’t have to hide.

So I wrap little me
in a quilt I have sewn.
This is our home—
and we’re not alone.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

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neopoet

6 months ago

Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]

The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:

The poem explores the concept of home as an internal state rather than a physical location. The narrative arc moves from external searching—through relationships, travel, and physical spaces—toward an inward resolution, suggesting that true belonging is found within oneself. This thematic progression is clear and coherent, with each stanza contributing to the overall journey.

The use of concrete imagery (“curve of a stranger’s spine,” “neon lights / from open bars,” “wildflowers grow”) grounds the abstract theme of belonging. The contrast between external and internal spaces is effectively established, particularly in the shift from “busy cities” and “first-class tickets” to “my chest, / where wildflowers grow.” This shift marks a turning point in the poem and is reinforced by the gentle, nurturing language in the final stanzas.

The poem employs a consistent, simple rhyme scheme and short lines, which create a sense of intimacy and vulnerability. However, some rhyme pairs (“grow/play,” “belonging/longing”) are slant rhymes or rely on assonance, which may disrupt the musicality in places. The poem could benefit from either fully embracing slant rhyme throughout or refining the rhyme scheme for greater consistency.

The motif of the “little me” is effective in conveying the theme of self-acceptance and inner child healing. The metaphor of sewing a quilt and wrapping the inner child is a strong, tactile image that reinforces the poem’s resolution.

There are moments where the language could be more precise. Phrases such as “first-class tickets, / year after year, / searching even / the stratosphere” are somewhat abstract compared to the more grounded earlier images. Clarifying or expanding these lines could strengthen the emotional impact.

The poem’s conclusion—“This is our home— / and we’re not alone”—suggests a sense of integration and peace. The emotional arc is clear, and the imagery supports the poem’s central message. Overall, the poem is structurally sound and thematically cohesive, though attention to rhyme and specificity of imagery could further enhance its effectiveness.

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L o v e w o r n

L o v e w o r n

5 months 4 weeks ago

Wonderfully done Skies.

This is a deeply resonant and moving poem that offers a powerful journey of self-discovery and reconciliation. "Going Home" successfully transforms the search for external safety into the realization of internal sanctuary.

 

The Central Triumph: Internalizing Home

 

The poem’s greatest strength is its narrative arc. It begins with a palpable sense of displacement and ends with a profound, earned sense of arrival. The initial stanzas detail a frantic, external search: seeking safety "in the curve of a stranger's spine," "in rented rooms," and "in my mother’s place." These images powerfully capture the feeling of being a "guest" in one's own life.

The turning point is masterful. After exhausting all external options—from "busy cities" and "neon lights" to the dizzying height of the "stratosphere"—the speaker pivots in the fifth stanza:

But the only place

I know to go

is in my chest,

where wildflowers grow.

This transition is beautiful, using the vibrant, natural image of "wildflowers" to symbolize a pure, untamed, and nurturing spirit within. It's a striking contrast to the cold "electric stars" and "first-class tickets" of the earlier stanzas.

 

Imagery and Emotional Resonance

 

The poem is rich with imagery that effectively communicates the emotional state of the speaker.

  • Evocative Contradictions: The opening stanzas perfectly set the tone of transient longing: "borrowed time" and "mistaking myself as a guest" immediately establish a sense of unease and impermanence. The high-speed, high-altitude external search—"First-class tickets, / year after year"—underscores the desperation and exhaustion of trying to escape through constant motion.
  • The Inner Child: The introduction of "little me" is a powerful and tender device. This isn't just an abstract self-acceptance; it's a concrete act of re-parenting. The speaker creates a literal safe space for the vulnerable past self:

    Where little me

    can run and play,

    be herself—

    a safe place to stay.

  • Aural Comfort: The use of "Lullabies sung" and "steady hums of belonging" effectively translates the abstract need for comfort into sensory, grounding experiences. The source of the lullaby is crucial: it’s "in my own voice," signifying that the healing and comfort must be self-generated.

 

Conclusion and Resolution

 

The final two stanzas provide an incredibly satisfying and resolute conclusion. The poem resolves the decades-long search with a simple, profound truth:

But that place isn’t a place;

it’s been rooted inside.

The foundation is set.

I don’t have to hide.

The poem beautifully dismisses the geographical and architectural definitions of "home," replacing them with the concepts of foundation and authenticity. The concluding image of wrapping "little me in a quilt I have sewn" is the ultimate act of self-care. The quilt, an artifact of labor, warmth, and patchwork memories, seals the promise. It transforms the solitary realization into a shared, safe moment: "This is our home— / and we’re not alone."

"Going Home" is a testament to the fact that the most meaningful journey is often the shortest one: the distance between the frantic external search and the quiet, strong heart within.

Mark/Gem

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BlueSkies

BlueSkies

5 months 4 weeks ago

Mark,

Once again, you left me near tears with your comment.  The way you delve into each stanza and tie them into the poem as a whole is both impressive and heartwarming.  Thank you for sharing your understanding of my poem.  I'm so glad you enjoyed it! 

L o v e w o r n

L o v e w o r n

5 months 2 weeks ago

I just read it

To Patricia.  She has a hard time with navigating the web lately.

I did not stumble at all and I got the voice.

Pat says Fantastic!

That's all,

Mark

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BlueSkies

BlueSkies

5 months 2 weeks ago

Mark,

Awe! Thank you for sharing it with Patricia!  

Much love, 

Skies

Tigger Kaz

Tigger Kaz

5 months ago

Awesome

I felt this poem deeply. I could hear your inner voice, and it was extremely open, honest, and reflective.

A very emotional piece.

Well done on your well deserved win!