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Home

When I get home
I unhook my bra
my earrings
and my watch

I lay my bag on the closest chair
and pet my dog with bare hands

There’s an attempt to be
Calm
Kind
Clean

‘You sound softer,’ he said
And it wasn’t the volume

It was a softness that came
from not needing
to be strong anymore
From a world
that didn’t need me
to hide my tears

Home is where
I shed my thick skin
Where I can be a girl
instead of a woman
A slob instead of a lady
Myself instead of a version
you want me to be.




Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2026-07-12 at 05:47

Tags Home  Comfort  Softness 

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the idea of home as a safe haven, or sanctuary, where you can be yourself (and be yourself with your dog), and relax.

Wonderful poem!
2026-07-12