Home is Where your Heart is

September 27, 2016
By wmccracken2019 BRONZE, Las Vegas, Nevada
wmccracken2019 BRONZE, Las Vegas, Nevada
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You don’t truly know where home is until you’ve left

Life in Missouri was a privilege I grasped my whole life.

I remember it all….

I remember smelling the sweet scent that lingers in the timber.

I remember feeling the thick humid breath of mother nature.

I remember peering out across the rolling gold ocean of crops.

I remember the Old School Trucks,
Roaring by as they scream down main-street with a passionate purpose

Best of all, I can still remember the irresistible smell of Grandma’s
Homemade biscuits and gravy.

That's all long gone now…

Two thousand endless miles away…

As my hollow body roams every dark crack and crevice I realize…

I am empty.

Where my heart should be, there is only emptiness

My heart skips around joyfully through the side streets and the exhilarating backroads of home.

I am split in two..
Half of me here,
Half of me there

Don't let your body fool you,
Home is where your heart is

The author's comments:

My name is Walker McCracken and i was born and raised in Chillicothe, Missouri then moved here to Las Vegas, Nevada. As you know, Vegas is a huge city and i'm used to the country. This place is nowhere near the way of life i grew up with and sometimes i feel split in two. I'm extremely home sick and the idea of my heart being in Missouri was the explanation of my home sickness. This is a poem that came straight from my heart. The small details i brought into the poem are REAL memories that i remember of Missouri. I hope that when people read my poem they will realize never to forget where theyre from because no matter where you go in life, your heart will always remember where you started out.

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