{"id":69453,"date":"2020-06-27T19:10:13","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:10:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=69453"},"modified":"2020-06-27T19:10:13","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:10:13","slug":"poem-11-somewhere-out-there-redstar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poem-11-somewhere-out-there-redstar\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #11, Somewhere out there, RedStar"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Somewhere out there<\/p>\n<p>there&#8217;s a place called home<\/p>\n<p>where I&#8217;m free to be me<\/p>\n<p>without judgment or scorn.<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere out there<\/p>\n<p>there&#8217;s a place I can breathe<\/p>\n<p>where I&#8217;m loved and accepted<\/p>\n<p>for who I be.<\/p>\n<p>My inner compass is set to north<\/p>\n<p>I check it daily to stay on course.<\/p>\n<p>I push through the dense brush<\/p>\n<p>and wade through the sludge<\/p>\n<p>going home, going home<\/p>\n<p>to a place called love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Somewhere out there there&#8217;s a place called home where I&#8217;m free to be me without judgment or scorn. Somewhere out there there&#8217;s a place I can breathe where I&#8217;m loved and accepted for who I be. My inner compass is set to north I check&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1420,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-69453","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69453","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1420"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69453"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69453\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70151,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69453\/revisions\/70151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69453"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69453"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69453"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}