Sweet Home Nirvana

In the eye of the tornado, where I sit to dissolve the maze of pain,

I strip away the influence of society and parents to take the fast lane

To being enveloped in ultra velvety blankets of my being sane.

Like being a drop in a vast, deep ocean and feeling absorbed in place

No matter the circumstances, I go back to my peaceful home base.

My purposes, needs, and desires all belong to me to mightily face.

I choose to fit in anywhere like a foot fits a comfortable, broken-in shoe.

If everyone is different from me, then I still serenely stand through.

It matters not what I do but what I feel and think about what I do.

It matters not what others think but what I feel and think instead.

No one else has to cry my tears, feel my fears, or bleed what I bled.

Being the best true me that I can be is the only way to get ahead.

I have made my way through dark caves and caverns deep within

To find my way to any semblance of nirvana beneath the skin

To stay fully present is finding a home unlike others I’ve ever been.