Nomadic

Nomadic - Poem - Inktober - Day 10

A home is a comfort place

A home is a sanctuary

A home is where I go to recharge

A home is where I feel safe

So, how can I know what it feels to not have a home

When all I experienced was just being at home

This is not a brag, this is not a drag

I just wanted to show you the side

Which you thought I might not have

For I can see why people want a home

For I can see people

Never calling any place their own home

I see people who travel far and wide

Just to put food on the table, without a bribe

The nomadic life is appealing, when you haven't lived it

Travelling all the time, not worrying about work

Unravelling all the time, not hurrying about work

The nomad life is fun, if you do it by choice

But, when it is not a choice...

It's feels like you don't have a voice