“Home sweet home”

Once I bought a ticket to the theater.
Shakespeare’s play.
Some old, small stage in London.

I never needed more.

I was prepared quite well.
The dress, the shoes, the mood.
I had it all.

The moment I sat on that balcony
I knew I was home.
It felt right.
Better than anything before.

For one day I returned to Wonderland.
Restored my faith, was not afraid of who I was.
I belonged there.
And nothing else mattered.

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