Megan Margery
Whimsical and romantic by nature, I am always on the lookout for the next crazy adventure I can enjoy! I believe that life is not meant to be serious all of the time, and we should have fun as much as we can. Also, writing has always been more than a hobby for me.
They left their hearts behind
When they crossed the border
Looking for a better life
For all of us
Sacrifice, bravery, hopeful
New home
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In a Garden full of Goliath & Graves
The Man, The Woman & Their Child
Assumes Golum of a Self
Leaving their hearts at homes
Cooped in Charred Nest
Wrapped in Shadows of scorching shells.
This is exactly what I was thinking, but I had no words.
Home is where the heart is…..
Have a heart for the homeless.
No matter where we go
As long as love is there we can survive anything together
It takes mighty courage to cross the line ,
Heart is left out tattered but body remains fine.
Not easy to make two ends meet in one’s life,
One has to leave home with children and wife…
The place where one is born,
Grow up and build a life,
Leaving the place one calls home,
For a reason not of their doing,
Not an easy thing to do.
Even the few that try so,
Only their body manages to move on,
The heart, thought, still stays at home.
Emigrating for the sake of living,
Leaving hearts behind..
Compelled to leave home
Or i should say relocating bodies without souls
and without hearts that dwell where memories reside
Yes. .
In your home , your pride!
The sack of reminiscence is too heavy
for the slackened bodies to carry!
The weight & burden you feel may seem too much at the time,
But please don’t leave your hearts behind.
Wherever you go you need love to make the pain cease,
Loving yourself & others will deliver this;
Peace.
Home is the first safest place we know of… it has seen the good and bad times in our lives… to leave it would be impossible because a part of our lives belong to that place in which we call home… a part of us will always stay in that place we call home
Home is not where the heart is if your heart remains where you came from.
No matter where you roam,
The heart always knows the place you call home.
Get off the drugs….
Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues-Rumi.
No matter where we are forced to go,
we leave our hearts behind,
no place feels like home,
for only there peace we find……
Home is where heart is,
we leave our hearts when we move,
we leave a part of our souls,
leaving big and bleeding
gaping holes….
We don’t live in homes,
our homes live in our hearts,
when circumstances force us to leave,
it tears our hearts apart..
Excellent .
Great .
Together We seek home away from home…
After all a house in not a home when your loved ones are gone.
Even in Disarray and distress; our zeal to find peace together will get us by!
Together we shall find peace!
When we leave home
And are forced to roam,
With nothing to revive,
Or to survive.
There is little hope in our eyes.
All we had was our heart.
But then, leaving it behind we have to part,
And a heartless life we have to start…
No matter whichever land our feet might kiss, we will never really find bliss, because home is where our heart is, and that’s a sure thing we will miss…
It’s hard to leave the place where you belong.
Be careful not to leave your heart in the shadows of what might have been.
Home is where happiness we find, and that’s why when we leave home, our heart stays behind…
Immigrants forced to leave their country
Some situations in life steal the heart and soul of everyone it touches.