Boarding School

Home is a sanctuary,

Narrow as a niche and wide as the sea.

The world's an adventure,

Bright as the sun and bold as nature.

I stepped out of my home,

I let my toes touch the ground,d

And I started to feel alone.

Yet free.

I stepped back inside, 

Not free. 

Exhilarating, elating, exciting, addicting,

I learned to be strong, to rely on myself.

I can never go back.

I must be free.

That is what boarding school did for me.

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