The home where I never have lived.

Back I remember
a weird September
when I were in Finland
met a bunch, of family members
Finnish and gypsies
how they really can love
for sure, we feel our blood
the mood, when we gather large
really get into the heart
I was in water deep
an almost stranger cousin
took me to Sweden to heal
invited me into her home
removed all my toxins
Said, Nadia now it's time to grow
you and your family has been hurt enough
stop your abuse. Live in the now.
you have seen, what it all can do.
she's no longer a stranger to me
and I thought to myself
it's only a few, that stays rescued in time
the rest flies into the past
and all you can do, is remember
how they sounded, whenever they laughed
the Finnish lake in September
was as pure as a loving cure
gave me calmness, in my inner center
just when I needed it the most
I felt the flow of the wind
as soft, as patience in a beat
now i think back and remember the place
my heart somehow knows, in a very familiar way
and oh, how I sometimes miss
the home, near the deep red stones
where the water flows into the heart
a home where I never have lived.

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this poem is a bit story like. it's about when I went to a funeral in Finland, where I met a lot of family. A cousin I didn't knew so well, at the time. took me to Sweden to take care of me. of course I wanted to go back to Denmark, so I ran away. I later wrote my self up to a rehab center - where I lived for 10 months. I will be my cousin forever grateful. she made me realize that I needed to stop living the life I lived. Thank you <3