Every year, my family takes a vacation to the mountains of North Carolina and every time I am there, I actually feel more at home than I do in the place I’ve lived my whole life. Each time I leave, I feel like a piece of me stays behind.

I wrote this last summer while I was there.

these mountains feel like home;
with its soft morning light,
rolling hills within my sight.

no matter where i roam;
they keep me safe
throughout the night.

the wind brings with it a peace,
almost like a baby bird taking it’s first timid flight.
twisting trails and small paths,
hide secrets of the past.

my soul stays here while i travel on.