Home

I left my hometown when I was 17 looking for “home” that little place of warmth where I was embedded in the seams of the atmosphere

But I would be remiss not to mention the holidays, birthdays, Sunday dinners and play dates with my family

Those experiences aided in shaping me into who I am

Those days seem so far removed because I am no longer a child and my appetite for life quickly outgrew the limitations of home

I hoped for home to be a place where kindred spirits would greet me with welcoming love and security

A place where ideas would form into limitless sky's where we could build anything we dreamed

Lately I’ve been questioning what exactly does home mean

I used to think home consisted of people and places

And memories could only be created with those who were supposed to love you but what do you do when role models fall and people fail to reach expectations, then where is home?

Home for me is a place where I can see myself clearly

Home is the calling that comes asking me to become the light that was implanted within my spirit

Home are the dreams I have of building a place where I can not be washed out, replaced or forgotten

Home is the becoming

Home is the strength inside of me

I carry home within me