“Home” Poem


By Ashley O’Hare


I’m supposed to know

how to get there. 

They all say it’s a place

I should be sick over,

but I am not sure

if I have ever been there before.

I don’t have an address

programmed into my phone.

No GPS could find a place

Where I cease to be alone.


I’m still searching and

holding on to hope—

hope that perhaps one day

the world will be generous

and lead the way


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