
HOME EXISTS INSIDE OF ME,
NEIGHBORING MY THOUGHTS AND MY FREEDOM
TO DO AS I PLEASE WITH EVERY BREATH,
DURING THE SPACE BETWEEN TIMES
WHEN I'M ALONE
WHEN I WANT TO BE
AND EVEN WHEN I DONβT,
BECAUSE THERE ARE TIMES WHEN ALL I HAVE
IS WHAT I AM AND WHAT I FEEL
HOME EXISTS EVERYWHERE
AS MUCH AS IT EXISTS NOWHERE,
I'VE NEVER CALLED A PLACE HOME,
LIFE WAS TOO TURBULENT TO DISTINGUISH
ANY ONE PLACE FROM ANOTHER,
BUT I'VE FELT IT,
IN LITTLE MOMENTS
IN JOY AND SADNESS
IN LONGING AND SATISFACTION
IN PONDERING AND CONTEMPLATION
IVE FELT IT
I FIND MY HOME EVERY DAY
EVERY NIGHT
WITH EVERY TEAR AND EVERY LAUGH
BECAUSE IN THOSE MOMENTS
I AM MY TRUEST SELF
NO ROOM FOR UNCERTAINTY,
WHENEVER I LOOK FOR IT
I FIND IT ENDLESSLY WOVEN INTO THE LININGS OF MY BEING,
BECAUSE HOME EXISTS FROM THE BEGINNING OF NEVER
TO THE END OF FOREVER,
AS LONG AS I CAN FEEL, THEN
I HAVE A HOME

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