I Wanna Go Home

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Simona Prilogan

16th Aug 2025

To Sylvia, who is looking for her way back home while living
in a care home.

I wanna go home
Is her name, her song, her tale
While the mind is wandering through
All her missing space.
Memories spark on dusks
As time’s eyes are tearing the minutes away.

I wanna go home,
The angels are healing the wounds
And birds are singing between
The spaces. Now and then, tightly dance
With childhood’s fire, ’till become as one
The last soldier of the flame.

I wanna go home,
The answer she whispers to walls
While watching the memories box
Looking for her lost story inside.
Abandoned in silence, she steps
Backwards in peculiar sand.

I wanna go home,
Painting hues of hope
Twirling the faith, falling
Behind the nights, behind the doors.
Another sweet dream may come to swing
The sadness. Or finding the way home.

2 responses to “I Wanna Go Home”

Dracul Van Helsing

16th Aug 2025

A poem that captures the sadness of one living in a care home.

Wanting to go home to the place where she lived most of her life.

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I’m Simona

One day, I tumbled from a tiny star called Dream and landed in a cup of Hope, just beyond the zone of hard work, where daily wishes meet reality.

I’ve always dreamed of visiting Antarctica, though I haven’t made it there yet! Until then, I journey through the intricate landscapes of the human body in my work at the hospital, tracking the unseen stories of cells.

When I step outside my comfort zone, you might find me on a train to Eastbourne, Matlock, or Canterbury, breathing in the fresh air and gathering inspiration. I return with pockets full of poetic ideas, though time rarely lets me write them all down.

London’s endless rainy days often set the stage for my impromptu singing performances on my way to work. I love dancing too, especially the waltz, though I’m a bit too shy to twirl in the rain.

I have a soft spot for pasta, coffee, chocolate, and a good laugh. Politics might elude me, but the human soul does not. And if there’s one thing I believe in, it’s this: Love is our strongest emotion, survival instinct, and essential need.