Is it a feeling, is it a place, or is it a state?
A state of mind, or a state of being?
Or is it simply having a heart with no hate
Leading a life that's ultimately freeing?
Is it a particular person, like your mom or dad?
Could it be circling within a sister or a brother?
Maybe a grandmother, grandfather, or aunt?
In your closest community that loves one another?
Or is it the family you chose, your soul tribe?
The ones that clicked with you so instantly
And understood you without having to describe
The ones you knew were part of your community?
Is it a structure or a foundation? A house, a home?
The one you were born and was raised up in?
Is it the feeling you get, despite where you roam,
You can go back to when you're full of chagrin?
I see "home" everywhere, I feel it everywhere.
In people's eyes and in their hearts.
Through the ideas and stories they share,
Even if they may not share every painful part.
Or every battle you've had to go through,
Or the self hate it felt like to be you,
Or, how much it took to realize you
To have come so far, the miles you flew.
You are a broken piece of art on display,
A beautiful performance of authenticity
And no matter how or what people say,
Never dumb down your level of complexity.
Because if you have suffered enough,
You know it doesn't matter what your "home" is.
You've broken society's restricting cuff,
As there's no right answer to this quiz.
But your "home" is only as strong as you are
And the "upgrades" you design and create
Will protect you from life's bruises and scars
When you finally learn to rid yourself of hate.
April 26, 2022
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