Kiara Maree Dijkstra

Finding home

Where is home? A question beating through my veins as I lose parts of myself and find others that require hiding. What is home? There’s no google maps for life so there’s no way to know if I’m on a journey or wondering pointlessly. Do I have a destination of security and acceptance? Or must I settle for pockets of time where community and peace are a little stronger for a moment? These pockets of golden light provide hope like photosynthesis. They’re the only reason I have some inkling into what home is, a starting point for investigation.