It doesn't hurt
To not be valued
By those who do not know your worth

No...

What hurts is when the human heart
Desires the starlight
Beyond its own earth

Find him in a corner seat
With a present step and a mind set away
With a drink not to define the style of man
But to open his eyes to another day
With a furious scribble from a gifted pen
How he carves a stone for a future day
An enscription for only the eyes of her
At a coffee shop he chips away

at home,
is a feeling,
even when you visit
certain place for the first time,
you feel it strongly...
it's the vibration
the ambience
the energy
the acceptance
of your being yourself....
...
at home,
sometimes you don't feel it
even after years of stay there
because everytime
you are judged
you are tested
you are mistaken
for granted you're taken
you need to act
you don't connect
you can't be your trueself....

Even the Ocean

With all of its might
And all of its momentum

Can't stop its tides from shifting
Or tell the wind which way to blow